Mom-To-Be: As I unwrapped onesie number eighteen (or was it nineteen?), I rose above my body. I watched as someone who looked a lot like me opened baby gifts as her friends and family oohed and ahhed. I looked on as she was instructed by a longtime mom to pass around the adorable little clothes, shoes and toys so her guests could hold them. I laughed a little. Of course she didn't know that.
She'd never done this before.
Was this really
my baby shower? I looked down at my bump. Yup, I was definitely
prego, with a capital P. But before this lovely Saturday filled with finger
sandwiches and games, I was always the one attending baby showers, the one in
the back of the crowd gossiping and drinking my wine, not at all invested in the
Bumbos or Diaper Genies being opened by the mom-to-be. In fact, I had no idea
what those things were. I felt like Carrie from "Sex and the City
" when she said
she thought a Diaper Genie was a guy who helped change the kid's diapers. In
fact, I was a lot like Carrie -- the perpetual single girl. Not even married, let
alone a mother.
And suddenly I was the star of the show.
And you know what? I kind of liked it. It's when it all hit me that this was all
really happening -- that I was about to become a mother. As I watched the faces of
those I loved most, so happy for me and excited to meet my future son or
daughter, I realized I was now bonded to them all in a different way. I was one
of them. I would soon understand what it meant to give birth, to be responsible
for a life, to be a mom.