Call me a bitter betty tonight, I don't care.
I am in the process of 'planning' a baby shower. And I use the term planning lightly because the sister of my sister-in-law is doing all the planning but basically sending me the bill.
I hate baby showers.
Almost as much as I hate the smell of pediasure and the thought of people emerging from pool drains.
I don't know what it is...actually I do.
It's people talking about the 'miracle of life' in graphic detail and everything that comes with it.
And the dumb games.
And all the women saying how cute everything is, squealing after each gift is opened and passed around.
But all I am saying is keep the details of the delivery room to yourself.
I have come so close to cussing more times in the past two weeks than I think I have in my entire life.
Just a side note, if you are a sibling of a college senior, do not complain about how stressed you are because you have to go to 6 baby showers. I'm sorry people are showering you with gifts for you bundle of joy.
And don't play the 'I'm married and expecting a child card' anymore. It's been 2 years sinc eteh wedding, give it up.
I'm sorry I was so bitter.
It happens.
