All I wanted was a low key day to celebrate our babe. I didn’t care who came or if they were girls, boys, minors or bikies. I didn’t want games and I didn’t want to wear a flower crown and pretend I was purer than I am. I just wanted some food and music and old fashioned birth banter about the ordeal my vagina is about experience. So the brief was simple - at home and low key. Then I was sitting in Alis makeup chair with small girl doing my hair, Bre setting up the grazing table and our acoustic singer on her way and it dawned on me ‘oh, darl this isn’t low key at all’. So perhaps the backyard Bintang singlet barbie blew out into heels and my friends sending pics in their year 12 formal dresses as outfit options but hey you only have a baby once, or like five times.
So yeah I did jump a few fences to make my own extravagant flowers. I tell you, I am 30 weeks pregnant jumping barbed wire fences with secateurs in my hand and dodging traffic back to my Suzuki Swift is a sight I wish I could have seen for myself. But I nailed it and filled 15 vases with beautiful wild flowers (ensuring I didn’t take from just one garden this was a week-long mission).
We tried to make sure the day wasn’t a typical baby shower; cos lets be real everyone hates the peg game where you can’t say baby. I asked for all gifts to be unwrapped as wrapping paper is a bastard on the environment and I also didn’t want to be the centre of attention as I opened each present cos that’s even worse than the peg game. So with the help of my lovely Patrick, his family and my family we were able to execute it just how I had imagined, except ideally it would have been on a tropical island.
The grazing table was delish, and lovely Bre (yes like the cheese) brought plenty of things I (big pregnant chick) could eat, she also filled a jar with kitkats because them cravings can occur at any time. Although my grandparents asked when the party pies and sausage rolls were coming out the grazing plate was above and beyond scrumptious. Things wrapped up at around 6pm, and at about 6:01 I was soaking my swollen ass in the bath. It really was such a wonderful day, we were spoilt rotten with gifts, cards and compliments and I now have two tiers of cake to gracefully smash through.
So all you Adelaide Folk..Enjoy the pics, everything is linked -
I didn't get a bloody photo of our singer, Jess, but let me tell you she could sing and play her ukulele to me every damn day till I take my final breath.