- 3 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
My baby shower on Saturday was amazing, and I thought I would share. The day started out super rough. I woke up with some sinus which led to a plugged ear, and I am currently dealing with that, so I was a little miserable. Plus I couldn’t sleep. My baby shower was 75 miles away from where I live. I live in a small down, and this was in a way bigger city, so, being a small town girl, we never go to the big city without appointments being made.
I made a hair appointment weeks ago becuase I wanted to be pampered the day of. I got to the hair place, and they looked at me like I was an idiot. They NEVER put me on the schedule, and even if I had been the girl they were going to put me with anyway was gone to AZ. My heart sunk. I had left early, hair unwashed and a mess all inpreparation to get my hair all nice and curled for the baby shower. I didn’t have the heart to bitch them out even though they weren’t sympatheic at all…I felt more like crying, so I took my crybaby butt to a seat in the middle of the mall and, well, cried. There was no other place that I called that could do my hair for me.
My shoes also wore of a hole in each of my heels from walking in them for only 10 minutes, so I was in pain.
Thank God for DH because he went to a place in the mall that opened at 10 and asked them to do me a solid and get my hair done before my baby shower at 11. They said they would gladly squeeze me in and get it done. He even picked up some dark chocolate sea salt truffles for me on his way back to me.
I got my hair curled and showed up late to my own baby shower, which made me quite unhappy, but no on else seemed to mind. Once I arrived and saw everyone and all the work everyone did to make the day special I instantly changed. It was an amazing day, and I couldn’t have asked for a group of more special people to share it with:
Baby got spoiled. 36 onsies from that day alone!
My mom got me six vulgar onsies lol
So many people went out of their way to make receiving blankets and nursing covers in Dr. Seuss fabric because they know I love Dr. Seuss.
**Here comes my ranty rant. After the day was over, we went out to eat with the in laws, which I don’t even want to get into becuase it makes me so mad. Long story short we went out to eat, but the restaurant was so busy we ended up sitting out in the freezing cold to wait for our table. Our table, once seated, was so close quartered I had to sit sideways to accomodate my belly. My feet were so swollen and I had such bad cramping in my legs. I was miserable. FIL was an asshole about everything and to everyone so my mom stuck him with the bill since majority of my family was too pissed off to eat becuase of his selfishness.
So I was happy once the day was done because Sunday I could relax, right? NO. MIL and GMIL invite themselves over, and DH hadn’t told them no (trust me, this was an arguement I won’t get into either) because he figured they wouldn’t show up since they wouldn’t get to our house until 5:30. Nope, they showed up all right.
I spent Sunday morning organizing all my onsies into piles by month so I knew what to wash first. When they showed up, not only was DH running around preparing food them them, but GMIL wanted to see what all I got and she fucking ruined my WHOLE nursery. She looked through every onsie and rather than put it back where she found it, she piled them all up on top of each other. Doesn’t seem like a huge deal, but with over 70 onsies/sleepers/outfits/pants/etc. it took me an hour to do all that, so to me it was a big deal. She also took things out of boxes and didn’t close it up properly, messed up all the toys…I was so pissed off.
She then proceeds to complain about all the onsies: “OMG look at all these onsies! He’s never going to wear all of these you know. Glad I got you guys something practical that you can actually USE.”
She made us an ugly fucking quilt. I’m sorry to sound unappreciative, but seriously there are three things I hate: crocheted blankets, doilies, and quilts. I ended up just faking the best smile I could as I opened I red and blue blanket with girly looking lambs, dogs, and bears on it for a BOY.
She also questioned my weight pretty hard, asking if they were monitoring it. I finally looked at her and said, “My doctors have it handled, but thank you for your concern.” She could tell I was not in the mood to answer any more questions.
So they came at 5:30 from 90 miles away (after his grandparents had already driven 3 hours to his mom’s place), ate our food and didn’t offer to help with jack shit, and then left at 8. I was so pissed off, and DH knew it. We got all that figured out. What was really annoying? MIL made this whole big deal about grandma wanting to spend some time with DH because of his birthday which was Tuesday. That’s all she talked about. You guys, when they came over and DH said, “Glad you could come have a meal for my birthday” she was like, “Oh yeah! It was your birthday early in February wasn’t it?” She didn’t even remember it was his birthday or care. She came just to see what I got at the shower and see the nursery.
THEN I come to find out what my MIL did to my best friend and her mom day of the shower. MIL, surprisngly enough, was the first person to the shower. She came in and stood in the middle of the kitchen as my BFF and her mom scrambled around trying to get food prepared. She just stood in the kitchen not offering to help and was in the way, so my BFF finally stopped and looked at her and said, “You can sit down.”
MIL’s response? “I have a lot of stuff to carry in.” And she continued to just stand there, annoyingly staring down my friend. Finally my BFF offered to stop preparing food with her mom to help my MIL bring in 3 stupid bags. Trust me, if you read my previous posts about my MIL, this isn’t surprising since she is VERY selfish.
I apologize for complaining. I truly did have a wonderful shower though, and my friend did an amazing job with her mom. They made me feel really special for a few hours, and I couldn’t ask for more than that. I only hope that when it is her turn I can throw her half as good of a shower 🙂