Since I’m still recovering from all the guacamole and stress of Super Bowl XLVII, I’d like to share with you, instead of a game recap, an exciting new use for toilet paper:
To measure your pregnant friends’ bellies. Joanna and I tested this toilet paper use personally on our friend Rachael’s pregnant belly, and the magical number of sheets the baby bump required was 12. Pregnancy: the only time you can exclaim “LOOK HOW HUGE YOU ARE!” to a woman without getting punched in the face and/or privates.
I was double excited to take part in Rachael’s baby shower last weekend, because she’s having double babies; and, as a double baby myself, I have the authority to report that double babies turn into doubly fantastic adults.
Besides my obvious joy for the mommy-to-be, the twin shower was particularly enjoyable for me as somebody who is planning a wedding; attending any organized special event is almost like market research for planning my organized special event. This two-for-one centerpiece/favor idea has helped solidify a two-for-one escort card/favor idea I’ve been mulling over for the last year (note: nearly two years is more-than-nearly too long to plan a wedding; I’ve changed my mind about the color scheme maybe four times by now).
Unfortunately, the shower also reignited my want for a mad lib guest book. (I changed my mind. This is not a stupid idea. It is a brilliant idea.)
Another well-planned aspect of the baby shower that I am now going to steal for all my life events: Rachael’s friend Sarah (who flew up from Florida for the shower) arranged a Skype event for the couple’s out-of-town family and friends to take part in the event. They filled out their mad lib answers and toilet paper guesses and mailed their gifts ahead of time, and then participated in the festivities and the “awwww” moments of gift opening via the interweb.
I also got to show off my latest crochet project. Don’t worry; I’m not incorporating crochet into my wedding. Even Jonathan (who has practically no opinion about bridal bouquets, and is probably only vaguely aware of their existence) thought my yarn floral arrangement idea was stupid. My ideas are just too ahead of their time.
Rachael’s shower was one of the “sinking in” moments I’ve been having a lot lately as my impending move and transition to army wifedom creeps closer. As I watch my friends and family hit these big life milestones (engagements, marriages, pregnancies, career changes), it gets clearer and clearer that I won’t always be able to attend the parties, and the showers, and the celebrations. I’ve chosen a life of transitions and uncertainties that means my RSVPs will be sent with often more regrets than accepts. It’s something that I’m sure won’t sink in entirely until it’s happened. (Luckily I’m getting really great at care packages, so I’m sure I’ll find ways to send my love all over the country—and world—from wherever I may be.)
So, until then, I’m soaking in every moment of my life at home while I can have it.
Congratulations, Ryan and Rachael. I can’t wait to meet your twins. I’m almost certain they will have super powers.