Picture this: A group of smiling women arriving at a house that beckons to them with a dozen pastel
colored balloons tied to the mailbox. Each comes bearing a gift, perhaps beautifully wrapped in soft and muted colors with contrasting ribbons. Others will carry in an adorable gift bag that features cuddly duckies or bunnies.
Once inside, there are more smiling, happy women, seated or milling around a buffet table, groaning
under the weight of tiny sandwiches, cut up fruit with sweetened yogurt dip and sparkling fruit juices. In the middle of the table is a cake with tiny baby booties placed on top.
What Lurks Below
The talk is animated and excited, but lurking just beneath the surface of this garden party of expectation is a nagging feeling that somehow, someone is going home more scared than she should be.
You see, it seems like a baby shower is a rite of passage where seasoned moms and friends welcome the new mother into “The Club”. But for some pregnant mamas, this seemingly innocent baby shower is really a harsh uber-reality show: Survivor: Baby Shower. No, Jeff Probst isn’t here asking you to solve a puzzle or vote someone off, though, you might consider it.