Bumbos, Boobie pads & Baby clothes...oh my!

So, the day has come and gone... one of the days I was looking forward to most out of my time being prego- My baby shower!

This Sunday was my baby shower, and holy crap, was I showered. With love, with fun, with food, with laughs and with presents!

We kind of did a very nontraditional traditional shower. First off, I knew all about it. I told my mom from the very beginning not to try and surprise me, because it just doesn't work. Seriously, it's not worth the effort. I am too much of a (self titled) control freak to be surprised, and it stresses me out. But we did the whole women only thing, so we kept with the tradition there. My wonderful husband hired a piano player to play some of my favorite Beatles, Elton John, Billy Joel etc... tunes for the first two hours. And we had a really delish cocktail hour of passed food followed by a buffet with 2 carving stations and a pasta station. And a whole wall of desserts, homemade zeppoles and red velvet cake. yum.

So, I helped a bit with the planning, and in the end, my mom and sister threw me the best shower ever.
There was lots of eating, drinking (including a gallon of home-made Bailey's. But of course, I stuck to water with lemon and shirley temples), chatting (we did have 60 women at this party), and rubbing of my ever-growing belly (which ,I, unlike most pregnant women, actually love).

Some questions/comments that were heard/made to me during the party:

Them: Do you have a name picked out?
Me: Yes, but I'm not telling you...or anyone.
Them: Why?
Me: Because I want it to be a surprise! ...and I don't want your opinion ; )

Them: Can I rub your belly? (as they are already rubbing it...)
Me: Sure!

Them: How much weight have you gained so far?
Me: 14 pounds
Them: Bitch. (seriously was the response by 90% of my family & friends that asked me this..ha)

Them: What would you do if the baby came out a girl?!
Me: Most likely have a heart attack in the delivery room, so hopefully that won't happen.

"POOP!!!!" ~ Screamed out by my bff, Katie, after she received a poopy diaper in the poopy diaper game

"ARGHHHHH MEEEE (while jumping up and down)!!!"~ Screamed out by my other bff, Lindsey ,after she won a Coach key-chain in the raffle game (This was followed by me doubled over and holding my"self" because I was laughing so hard, I thought I might pee my cropped leggings)

"Who wants a shot?!? ~ usually said by my Mom. Yup. We are some classy broads.

"Elisa, your cake is PINK!" ~ said by half the party after they brought my cake out covered by the brightest pink icing I have ever seen. They later fixed said pink icing and made it bright blue. But you could still little smudges of pink here and there. Maybe it's an omen?! And, seriously, who cares...it was freakin' scrumptious.

"This cake is better than sex." ~ Can be overheard on the video that my aunt was taking of me opening my gifts (thank you Patty for the hysterical commentary : )


Yeah, it was a pretty fun day. And we got a crap load of gifts to boot! The gifts literally take up the entire nursery (I will post a pic tomorrow) and I think we may need to put an addition onto the already ginormous room.

How much stuff you "need" for a baby is truly amazing to me. It is the biggest marketing scam ever.
I am pretty sure my grandma, my mom and millions of other moms got by without a Bumbo (I still am unsure what this thing is for, but I HAD to have one.), or a baby hiking backpack. But alas, they are sitting in my soon to be little ones room, and I cannot wait to use them. I also got an entire basket dedicated to my soon to be lactating boobies (you know you're prego when this excites you), and a gift certificate for baby's first photo-shoot (he already has paparazzi!).

With all this stuff, It sometimes feels like we are giving birth to a Sultan, not an infant.

Next step, go shopping for the other stuff that we didn't receive and still need. Yes, there is still more. Lots more. It is truly unbelievable.

I never thought I'd think this, but the Baby industry must rip you off more than the wedding industry.

...But then again, baby socks are so much cuter than a food processor.