Friday, December 6, 2013

Reveal Pie

I had never heard of the concept of a "reveal party" until last spring when my boss's wife was pregnant. Someone asked them if they were going to have a reveal party. For those not familiar, the idea is to host a party at which you reveal the gender of your unborn child, usually by way of baked good or other items that may be colored either pink or blue. I have heard ideas involving balloons, light bulbs, Easter eggs, clothes, etc.

Frankly, I find the whole thing a bit ridiculous. When one coworker asked me if I was going to be bringing in a cake when we found out the gender of our baby, I said "no, I think I'll just post it on Facebook."
"Come on,” she said “at least a cupcake or something."
"What I'm hearing you say is 'I'm hungry.'"

So I relented. Of course, that meant that when she texted me on Monday night: "I am dying!!!!!" She didn't get to find out.
"You wanted food, you're getting food. I'm not telling."

I stayed up entirely too late on Monday night baking a pie. It was a cheesy (in the slang way, not the food way), but very tasty, pink vanilla cream pie.

In related news, Olive got her first gift yesterday. A different coworker brought in an outfit for her. It is pink and adorable and makes the fact that I am going to have a little baby girl in a few months real to me in a way that nothing else has yet.

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