I’m Hott!

Really, I am… no really.. like someone lit a campfire in the middle of my living room.  Oh and I’m leaking..  if I wasn’t on progesterone, I’d think I was going through early menopause! Or am I?

These are the things we discussed we discussed at the baby shower today.. babies and menopause..  how, one might ask, do these 2 contrasting conversations get started at the brunch table?  Well, you guessed it: Hormones.  And both subjects I feel like I can somewhat relate!  The only problem is that my face-to-face friends don’t know the half of what I’m going through .  Those reading my blog: you are lucky ones who know all about this side of me.  Yep. Consider yourselves lucky, or not, that I have shared my hormonal indiscretions with you…because I am too chicken to share this part of me with my closest family and friends.  Not that I don’t trust them.  I trust them with a lot of things, we share a lot of laughter, girl’s nights, sob-stories.. but this one I have kept to myself (I’ve only shared my infertility woes with a select few).  More, I’m afraid of the advice I’d get if they knew how long we’ve been trying.  Even the ‘inner circle’ have thrown out some pretty loving, sincere, outrageous advice.  And this blog is somewhat an outlet to read similar stories, get advice from those who have gone through the trenches, and remain somewhat anonymous along the way… my only regret, is that I hadn’t started ‘blogging’ or at least reading your blogs years ago!

Shower Time

Well, tomorrow is a big day! I have been planning a baby shower for my girl friend who is due any moment now.  The shower will be an intimate brunch tomorrow morning.  Actually, this will be her 2nd shower in 2 years… that’s right friends, any given day now, she will have had 2 babes in 2 years.  And she is the one of two girl friends who have had 2 babies in the past 2 years… so that makes 4…and to give you a grand total..  9 babies have been born to my dear friends while we have been trying to have just One sweet baby in the past 3 years.. could we just squeeze one blessing for little ol’ me please?

Anyway, it took me a while to gather up the courage to put together this shower.  She is a very good friend of mine and I really am happy for her.  But I will have to endure 2 hours of baby talk, sharing baby pictures and such.  I am sure I will be ok as will I drown myself in a chocolate chip muffin and virgin mimosa (perhaps I can sneak a tiny bottle of champagne in my purse?).

Other hopeful-moms can relate to the mixed bag of emotions that baby showers can bring, right?  We love our friends and we can’t wait to hold their brand new bundle of joy.. but at the same time we can only hope one day we will be the guest of honor at the next baby shower.

You know that awful game we play at weddings, where the bride turns her back to a crowd of single gals and throws her bouquet as far as she can…only to have the strongest the strongest and most aggressive lady pushing over the flower girls to catch it!  Vice versa with the men…only, they are a little more reluctant to catch the bride’s garter belt.  Yes, we’ve all seen it 😉  Well, supposedly, the lucky couple would be the next to marry, right?

Hmmmmmm…. baby shower game scheme brewing in my head.  I think if I can get my lovely mom-to-be to throw one of these ducks and me, being semi-aggressive (could it be the hormones?), catch the duck… I think I’m on to something here!