A Baby Shower

All my life I’ve known baby showers as being a womans world.  They were grouped together with bridal showers, and bachelorette parties – guys weren’t invited. 

Given this, it wasn’t until somewhere around Wednesday that I actually realized that I was invited and agreed to go to a baby shower! 

I didn’t knowingly say yes to the baby shower, I got baby shower and baby Christening confused, and only realized my mistake when I found it odd that the baby to be Christened wasn’t yet born.   

“Are you sure that I was invited to this baby shower on Sunday?”  I had to ask Cheese.

“Yeah, it’s a unisex baby shower.  I asked to doublecheck.”  She replied.

This only left me puzzled.  I hadnever heard of this, and to me it is the modern day version of walking on water – which used to be unheard of…

“You’re not going to be the only guy there.  X, Y, and Z will be there on top of father of baby to be.” 

“Okay, I feel a little more safe about going.”

Move forward to day of the baby shower, I woke up with a massive headache.  This was caused due to a very low grade fever, sore throat, and nasal passage burning – a cold if you will. 

Seeing that I have knowledge that if I am actually coming down with a cold, I will be the only one who actually develops symptoms and it will not be caught by someone else – I figured, I would go, and make the best of it.

Cheese heard of my low grade fever and insisted I stay home to rest – I, stubbornly and heroically braved my way through all the adversity so that I could attend the modern day walking on the moon unisex baby shower. 

Just before we walked out the door to go to the baby shower Cheese informed me that her friends boyfriend, who I assumed would be there, wasn’t going…

WTF???  How did he get out of it?  I could have used this cold to my advantage… I thought.

This late minute news left me nervous as to what to expect on the male front at the shower, but once there it felt great to see guys there.  Guys that I didn’t even know would be there.

A few minutes into being at the shower more men arrived… 

The first being a rather lanky man whom I had never met, and who walked quite oddly, but since he was so tall I assumed that this was his normal I walk like a caveman walk.

Nope, see he had been bedridden since the morning - due to his having sneezed and pulled a muscle in his neck/back – rendering him barely mobile. 

The next guy came in with a swollen face – he had been riding his bycycle and ended up face first into an open car door – cut up chin, and a big fat lip.

After the greetings, we all confided at how glad we were to find other guys at the baby shower. 

This left me wondering just how much of a coincidence it was that the three of us ended up in such ways, considering that the night before we were just fine and dandy drinking at the bar.

Deep down, I am fairly certain that we were all just terrified by having to go to our first unisex baby shower, and our individual minds & bodies relayed this by “happening to fall ill” in one form or another.