Please Shower

Recently I’ve noticed an attack on baby showers (apparently these are the riveting things that catch my attention now a days. I’m also using terms like “now a days.” If you choose to stop reading now, I won’t hold it against you.). Today’s Parent recently published a debate centering on whether or not baby showers are still relevant, while several bloggers have complained about how baby showers glorify the “super easy task” of getting pregnant.

As someone who describes themselves as introverted (a nice way to say awkwardly shy), anytime where I am forced to be the centre of attention is generally not a fun time. No surprise that I didn’t look forward to my own baby shower.

Firstly, some real talk. People are not overly excited when they are invited to a shower. As much as I love someone, my initial reaction is not “I can’t wait!” when I get that invite. This is probably a lot related to both me being terrified of public appearances and the knowledge that I will have to spend an afternoon embarrassing myself in a series of unfortunate social interactions. So it’s one of those, it’s not you, it’s me things. But still – the thought of forcing people out of their Sunday sweatpants routine and into forced conversations in honour of me and my unborn child was enough to bring on anxiety.

And then I had my shower.

I did not receive a pile of unnecessary, unusable gifts, as Jowita Bydlowska would have you believe (side note – read her very engrossing novel, Drunk Mom). Actually, my overly generous friends and family provided us with everything I needed, plus some stuff I didn’t yet know I needed. We had the traditional cupcakes. They were delicious. Of course there were awkward moments – I was there.

But overall, I felt like it was a pretty cool gathering of all the women who were important in my life, celebrating our good news. I didn’t have any friends who were pregnant before or at the same time, so I could finally talk about my pregnancy without feeling like I was boring everyone to death. I mean, I probably was, but I didn’t feel that way for a few hours, which is the important part.

The other trend in the very important fight against baby showers is to point out how many other, more essential life events (going off to university, taking an epic trip, and getting a big promotion for example) are ignored while women are stuck in the 1950s throwing parties for expecting mothers. The idea is that anyone can get pregnant – why glorify something so “average?”

I’m going to assume that those bloggers don’t celebrate their birthdays. I mean, what did they do to deserve a birthday party (the person who did all the work was the pregnant lady, and we’ve already established how little effort that takes)? What’s more common than turning another year older?

I think the lesson in all this is that you should commemorate everything with a party – everyone would be much happier. Except for those people who complain about having to eat cupcakes, but who wants to be friends with them anyway?