I'm home from work today due to snow and freezing rain. It's raining now and the temperature is above freezing...probably could have gone in after all. I am being productive here at home unpacking boxes and putting stuff in plastic bins for long-term storage as we work on the house.
I received an invitation to a baby shower. After I opened it, I promptly put it on our fridge. My initial thought was that I could suck it up and go, that it would be fun to see friends, show that we are happy for them, etc. But then, I get the mental picture of me sitting at a table with friends who are all moms. I'd have to "ooh" and "ahh" with everyone else, when I know that I'll slowly, but surely start to feel like shit. I'll have to watch her, all glowy and pregnant, opening those cute baby gifts. I know that I'll be watching the clock hoping for the torture to end quickly and wondering why I even went.
I thought hubby would think I was being silly and encourage me to go, but he was more than supportive. Love that guy.
My policy about baby showers is this: I only go when it's family (depending on who it is), close friends (I've gone through all of their showers though), and work. I can't avoid those. For the ones I have missed over the years, I have always sent a gift or dropped one off after the shower. I'm all about self-preservation and prevention of days-long sadness. I don't plan on having a shower and quite frankly, I don't want one.
I feel guilty about not going though. Part of me wants to go to show that "Hey, I'm OK! Don't pity me everyone! I'm childless, but I can be happy for you! See, I'm not a selfish and envious beyotch!". However, the other part of me is taking the lead on this one...I'll be calling soon to let the RSVP person know I can't make it.