I went to a friend’s baby shower today. It was a lovely tea party with about 20 young women, all oohing and aahing (Oprah style) over baby paraphernalia – from ducky socks to Winnie the Pooh blankies. It was all incredibly girly, very entertaining, and heaps of fun.

Everyone was really friendly, stylish and YOUNG (mid to late 20s) which is much younger than the mothers I currently hang out with. Most were babyless, but all very baby friendly – ie. they weren’t freaked out by conversations about baby puke and C-sections. So it was really nice to get to know them. Although I felt like such a veteran!

I think I was the only one there who had TWO kids. So everyone kept asking me questions, and I was trying really hard to answer without sounding too tight-assed and cynical. For example, I didn’t say, “See that size 0000, woven raw silk, kimono jumpsuit? It’ll last 2 weeks tops. And that’s if the baby poo doesn’t stain it first.”

Anyway. Big group of women + chocolate + baby stuff = lots of oestrogen!

Even I left the party feeling a bit jumpy… “MUST. FIND. MAN. MUST. PROCREATE.”