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Week 29 – Week 29 was 100% all about my baby shower. WHOOO HOOOO BABY SHOWER! What a whirlwind of a weekend. I didn’t have a bridal shower, and I’d only been to one other baby shower, so I didn’t have a lot to go on other than my amazing friend Ashley (yes, two Ashley’s who are friends, it’s super confusing) offered to throw me a shower at her house in Seattle after I’d been pregnant for about ten minutes, and that I am always looking for any excuse to head to Seattle. People gave me a side-eye look when they heard I was flying to Seattle for my shower, but it was so much easier for me to come to everyone than ask them to come to me.
I think the thing I worried the most about was flying that far at 29 weeks pregnant. I know you can fly through week 35, but the more pregnant I get the more needy I get. As Adam drove me to the airport I actually felt really, really nervous. Me and the belly were going to fly all day, with two different connections, while I tried to battle a never ending need to pee and instructions by my doctor to drink ALL THE WATER IN THE AIRPORT. With my braxton hicks, hydration is always priority #1, and the last thing I wanted was to be on a 4.5 hour flight in the middle of a braxton hicks attack and start to wonder if I was going to give birth on the plane. Thankfully everything went fine. I drank and drank and drank more water, I didn’t give birth on the plane, and people are super helpful and friendly to a lady who looks like she’s going to pop at any moment.
The other amazing thing that happened while I was in Seattle is I got to meet my “niece” Baby Ivy. My best friend was due about 7 days before I got to Seattle, and we were both praying that her daughter was a punctual little thing, and wouldn’t you know it, the same day I received the clearance from my doctor to fly to Seattle, Ivy decided to come into the world. It was the best day for babies, ever. The day before my shower my mother and I headed over and I got my first snuggle with Miss Ivy. We basically just spent the next three hours holding her, cooing at her, and all the while I marveled at the idea that in a handful of weeks I’d have one of these tiny little things too. Talk about overwhelming. My friend’s first outing with Ivy was to attend my shower, and although she was very nervous at first, but as the shower went on her and the baby settled, by the end she said she was glad she took that first plunge. And selfishly so were all of us because it meant we got all kinds of newborn snuggles!
The weekend, the shower, it all was perfect. Beyond perfect. On Saturday afternoon when I walked into my friend’s house I was greeted with the most amazing display of thoughtfulness and love for this little baby Adam and I are bringing into the world. As I walked her home and looked at each and every one of the personal touches (baby pictures of Adam and I, an Instagram photobooth, decorate onsie station, Chicago style ‘about to pop’ popcorn, and on and on and on) I just started crying. To know that someone loves me and this baby enough to put together something so memorable, so beautiful, it just was so very overwhelming.
Overall it was so wonderful to see friends that I haven’t seen in a year, in two, sometimes more. My mother and aunt there from California, Adam’s parents from Oregon, my cousin and his wife recently moved to Seattle, and then all my Seattle loves. It was small enough that I felt like I got to talk with people, share, and catch up in a way I definitely didn’t feel at my wedding. And my anxiety about it being “all about me”, something I usually HATE (ask anyone who’s ever tried to throw me a birthday party) evaporated. There was just excitement and love and the thrill that not just mine and Adam’s life was about to change, but all of theirs were too.
That’s something I didn’t realize until this weekend. Unlike a wedding, having a baby changes the lives of everyone who loves you as well in an equally amazing way. I spent the weekend with my mom who was nearly as giddy as I am, if not more so to become a Grandma for the first time. The minute Adam’s mother walked in the door to the shower she began crying as her eyes hit my belly. That’s her granddaughter in there. My friends will become aunties, my family members receive another person in our clan, we all gain something. And I think I never realized that until the shower. A wedding is a celebration for two people joining their lives together. It sort of affects others, but it’s mainly about the two people making a promise to one another, and an excuse to throw an amazing party. But in having this baby we are truly changing the lives of those around us in a most wonderful way. I’m so glad I was able to have this shower, to have this weekend with my mother, with my family, with Adam’s family, and with all my dear friends, if only because it brought this message home. We’re all gaining something with the arrival of this little girl. And we’re all drunk with excitement about it.
Leaving Seattle after such an amazing weekend was physically painful. I had spent such a short time with all these people I love dearly, in a city I still consider “home” even though I haven’t lived there in over eight years. The shower was the highlight of the weekend by far, but there’s something so wonderful too about sharing a hotel room just my mom and I, feeling like we snuck in a little mother/daughter weekend. There was the night my mother and I gathered with family for a simple dinner, staying well past when our food was finished just chatting and laughing and catching up. I was so fortunate to get to spend so much time with little Baby Ivy. Had the timing not worked out, who knows how old she would have been before I met her for the first time. To be able to see my best friend right in the beginning of the throws as a new mom was so special, and that alone was worth the trip. And then there was our final night in Seattle. Gathering my family with Adam’s parents for a wonderful meal downtown where we all laughed and talked and marveled at how in 11ish weeks this little lady would join us. How amazing to think the next time we all got together there’d be a demanding little baby-person there for us to deal with.
Week 29, you were a delight. I’m excited to move into the big week 30, but I wont forget you anytime soon week 29.