There’s nothing better to remind you that your biological clock is ticking than having two pregnant bridesmaids. (Except for possibly my Facebook newsfeed, which currently reads something like “baby, baby, baby, cat, baby, political opinion, baby, sponsored post.”)
Because I’m ignoring that I just moved across the country, I was fortunate enough to attend Lindsay’s baby shower last weekend. See if you can guess what gender she’s having.
It’s a boy. Or a really gender-confused girl. Your choice.
Unbeknownst to the couple, I’ve been using their baby as a coping mechanism for being in a new place with temporarily no job and no car. I filled my Tennessee downtime with crafting a blanket to match the new addition’s nautical nursery.
As I learned at my bridal shower, opening a room full of gifts while your guests stare at you expectantly and judge your taste in registry items is extremely awkward; Lindsay (and Jeff, when he arrived), however, handled the lot incredibly gracefully. I wish I’d taken tips from them ahead of time and avoided a camera full of shower pictures in which I look like this.
Hanging out with Lindsay’s family is always a blast. My trip up the coast for the shower was a bittersweet reminder that I won’t always be a breezy car ride away from my friends and family. And by “breezy” I mean “11 hours.” It’s a good thing my iPod has 17 hours of showtunes on it.
I’m officially back in armyland, with 12 weeks until my wedding, and finally with my car. This could mean I’ll get back to the gym to make sure my wedding dress will still fit when I need to wear it. Or it could mean I’ll be spending a lot of time at craft stores. Your choice.
P.S. I’d been gone on my trip for approximately six hours when I found out Jonathan had already bought a new gun. Remind me not to leave him alone with a credit card in an open-carry state again.