There’s no shame in admitting that i’m helping to plan my own baby shower. When you help plan things that are technically for you, they tend to go a little better anyways. Well, that and the fact that i’m not a big fan of surprises or disappointment.. so having a hand in it should at least put my mind at a little bit more ease, shouldn’t it?
The shower is VERY quickly approaching. The menu is planned, we’re working out the games.. other than that there’s not a whole lot to do other then sit back and wait for the RSVPs to come rolling in.. because people should be RSVPing, shouldn’t they?
I don’t know what’s going on lately, if it’s a generational thing, or just plain laziness these days but it seems like people don’t think they have to RSVP to parties anymore. I had issues with Holden’s birthday party getting people to tell me whether or not they were coming, but not NEARLY as many as i’m having with this baby shower. It’s actually really ridiculous and is putting me on edge.
When you live on a strict budget, it’s important to know how many people are coming because you can’t exactly afford to overspend, and the last thing you want to do is not have enough food or drink.
My friend Nicole and I sent out the invites for the baby shower over a week ago, a little over two weeks in advance for the shower. I shouldn’t have had expectations so high as to hear from people (yes OR no, didn’t matter, just wanted to have answers in quickly), but I got my hopes up that i’d be able to have a guesstimate by this weekend.
Not only had I hardly heard from anyone by the weekend, but I even went out of my way to e-mail/text/call everyone I hadn’t heard from to ask if they were coming or not, or if they were waiting on a work schedule or something of that nature and STILL, very few people even bothered to respond to my messages.
The only thing going through my mind is: WOW.
If there is one thing that will definitely change as you get married and have children, it’s your friends. Especially if you’re relatively young when you delve into those two aspects of life. Especially when your other friends are not interested in doing either of those two things any time soon, if even at all.
It will really make you question who your friends are, or if they’re really your friends at all. And those are never fun things to think about.
I guess the part that bothers me the most is that it isn’t just people i’m not SUPER close with not responding, it’s family, people I considered closest friends, bridesmaids that are the ones who aren’t RSVPing or responding to messages i’ve sent. That’s the most hurtful part.
I know the shower will be fun with the people who have RSVPed, it just sucks to know that I invoted so many more people who I thought for sure would be amped on coming.. if for nothing else, to hang out and for the yummies i’ll be making that are seriously letting me down.
Saying no is one thing, saying NOTHING is what bugs me.
With the baby shower only a few days away, I should be excited.. not stressed about how many people are going to bail at the last second (happened last time.. with a LOT of people), and how small the shower might end up being. It’s that whole highschool fear of throwing a birthday party and having no one show up.
There’s one thing I CAN tell you, the irritated sweaty pregnant bitch in me wants to yell at people, or if people show up who haven’t bothered to say a word to me (psh, we’ll see if that happens at all!) about whether or not they had even planned on coming at all- to tell them they aren’t eating the damn food!
But I won’t, because i’m nice.. and will sadly just be happy if people come to celebrate my fatness with me.
How much more can I really harrass people? I feel like i’ve done all I can. I’ve tried to include people as much as I can in this pregnancy, tried to keep in touch even with my hectic days and Holden not letting me talk on the phone (ever). A little reciprocation would be nice, so I guess we’ll see what happens there.
The last thing I need is to be left with TONS of leftover fattening (yet delicious) baked goods.
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