Yeees, we were on our way to Ottan’s babyshower. That she was unaware was happening, in her own home.
She’d been tricked out of the house by her mother-in-law so we’d have time to put up all the decorations and get everything in place. Then, apparently she had a bunch of errands to run so we stood there waiting for about 40 minutes before she actually showed up and we could start the party.
She was somewhat surprised when we all jumped in front of the moving car. Not at all a bit dangerous… Last minute impulse there, but it turned out well.
Ottan is demonstrating her ideal birth. The rest looks questioning but no one dare mention anything to momzilla. ♥
Ofcourse Afroo had made the cake and sorted about everything else. My job was to print out some stickers and blow up balloons… Ehe.
It’s probably for the best, the last time I used a stove it didn’t turn out too well..
We would all write our name on their respective colours and guess what gender we thought the baby will be. They haven’t looked that up but boy seems to be dominant. It’s almost only the already grandmothers who actually picked pink. Maybe a generation thing?