In about an hour or so, I’ll be picked up to go to my first baby shower. I have had a lot of acquaintences who have children but I have never been to an actual shower. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do; do women sit around and play little games that revolve around pastel colors? I have a feeling that this little get together will be more like five of us sitting around blabbing. The girl who’s throwing it has a kid, the girl who’s having the baby has two, and one of the other people coming has one. I think I will be one of two people who is not a mother.

But I figure, in about a year (or less) we’ll start saying that proverbial answer to the quetion, “When are you guys having kids?”: “Oh, we’re trying now.” Dumb little grins. I know it sounds like I’m terribly jaded about it but I sometimes hate the way it sounds when you talk about the subject. It sounds kind of hokey. But it’s not really, I guess. In fact, I had a very… sophisticated conversation about it yesterday with one of the guys in the English department. Maybe that’s because we’re into language and it didn’t sound all corny. I don’t know.

Maybe society has just – like everything else – made having a baby a situation with a stigma on it. You have to buy blue for boys, pink for girls, you have to smoke a cigar when the kid’s born, you have to have a cute little nursery. What if we don’t do that? Are we weird?