Nerd Life So recently we found out that our baby is a boy! We threw a gender reveal baby shower to celebrate the occasion, where Mr Nerd and I - as well as our closest family and friends — all found out the baby's gender at the same time by smashing a cake open. A lot of people initially were when we said "gender reveal party".
I myself had never even heard of gender reveal parties until Mr Nerd brought it up one night when his parents came over for dinner, telling us a colleague had had one. What you do, Mr Nerd explained, is when you go to the 19 week scan, where they can tell what sex the baby is, you tell the sonographer to NOT tell you the sex. Instead you get him to write it down and put it in an envelope. Pink and blue bunting handmade by my mum! Team Blue moments before the big reveal! I love these photos: Thank you Alanna from Earthbound Images!
Nala is giving Mr Nerd a high five. I love the signs Emma from Turtle and the Pelican made for the party. Then you give that envelope to your designated baker, and you tell them to make a sponge cake covered in white icing, where the inside of the cake is either pink for a girl or blue for a boy. Then you have a party with your friends and family, where you cut cut - or smash open - the cake to reveal what you're having. But it was too late, we were having one.
I LOVE planning and styling parties. And this seemed like a way more fun idea than a traditional baby shower, which I have never really been that keen on.
With a gender reveal party, the menfolk could come, and drink beer and feel manly while hopefully only feeling minimally uncomfortable amidst all the pink and bunting and baby chatter. A party would also give me something to look forward to when I had my head stuck down the toilet bowl.
Some of you may have realised I have really not enjoyed being pregnant so far - okay, so many times I have downright hated it. But a party to cap off reaching the halfway mark seemed like a nice sort of milestone to celebrate.
Some people have gone to me, "Oh but why would you want to know the sex? It's fun not knowing. Finding out the gender is like the last surprise you have left. Trust me, I'm still surprised I'm pregnant per se! Pregnancy alone is surprise enough for me. There was no way in hell I wasn't finding out what we were having. On top of that, I am an anal obsessive organiser-type person; finding out the sex months in advance would satisfy my need to plan things and buy things.
I could not wait to find out. We asked guests to dress in pink or blue according to what they thought the baby would be. We were going to play team games, pitting Team Pink against Blue, but on the day it was way too hot to do anything active!
Our backyard is very much an Aussie backyard. Emma loaned us this pretty screen to help conceal our compost bin and woodshed! The 'Gender Guess' voting table. We also asked guests to bet on what they thought the baby would be by leaving a vote in either a blue bucket or a pink bucket and a gold coin in a jar. I very rarely buy anything new when we have parties and try to re-use things.
The little buckets were my mother's, the wooden sign a piece of wood I pinched from my parents' veggie patch, the voting slips bits of scrap craft paper and the concrete [Geo]Forms were presents given to me by my friend Bec Tougas , who handmakes these - I love them.
So we set a date for the party, to be held in our backyard, booked the ultrasound and contacted a baker - the lovely Peter at Glory Box Cakes in North Perth, who make some of the most delicious cakes I have ever scoffed. Only Mr Nerd wanted to smash the cake instead of cutting it neatly. I always think having a party is such good incentive to finish stuff around the house and garden, so Mr Nerd and I spent days working in the yard to make it look nice for the party together with my parents, after I played the 'but I'm heavily pregnant' card.
I wanted the party styling to look kind of rustic and pretty, as our house is rustic which is what I like to call it instead of calling it old and patchy.
I asked my friend Emma, a stylist who owns her own events styling and hire company called Turtle and the Pelican , to make the party look pretty. Emma hires out everything from gorgeous chairs to arbors for weddings to glassware and vintage-looking drink dispensers. She has this amazing arsenal of beautiful things, gorgeous taste and I knew that I could just show her our yard, tell her to do what she wanted and trust that she would make it look awesome.
Alicia and Annita from Floral Army you might remember they did our wedding flowers put together beautiful floral arrangements which just set everything off perfectly and made it look even more special.
Our back yard had never looked so pretty and it really felt special. Alicia and Annita are the kinds of creative people where I would never tell them what to do because I know that whatever they create will blow me away. Emma mixed in an assortment of chairs form her own range with our Shedwallah chairs to give everything a mismatched look that wouldn't look out of place! Mr Nerd during party prep: Table from Turtle and the Pelican , photography by Earthbound Images.
Nala couldn't make up her mind which team she was on, so my mum made her a special bandanna. Meanwhile Otto, my parents' in laws schnauzer, was Team Pink all the way. For guests who weren't sure yet if there were on Team Blue or Team Pink, we put out a box of props. Emma loaned us two vintage-style drink dispensers and glass bottles. The original idea was to make a blue punch and a pink punch. That plan went out the window when we realised, despite my avid Pinterest-ing, that there are no yummy blue punches with ingredients you can find easily in Australia!
So pink punch and water it was. Blooms from Floral Army on our outdoor coffee 'table'. Emma supplied us with tubs from Turtle and the Pelican for beer and drinks. I asked Alanna from Earthbound Images who does beautiful wedding, celebration and portrait photography to photograph the afternoon and I LOVE how she captured everything - our family and friends, the Crap Shack, our garden and especially the photos of us smashing the cake.
It is always nice not having to worry about taking photos at a party and I think it will be nice later when our kid is older to show them the photos - of his parents, of all the people who will surround him growing up. The party would not have come together anywhere near as well without Emma, Alicia and Alanna, and I thank you guys massively! We placed a chalkboard sign we used at our wedding with a vintage typewriter from Turtle and the Pelican , dolls from my mum the 'creepy dolls' as Mr Nerd called them and flowers from Floral Army.
The painting is by my friend Francesca Gnagnarella. As I have no ability to cook food for 70 people, we asked guests to bring a plate to keep everything easier.
Feeling very thankful we decided to hire chairs for the party! Me and Emma - stylist whiz from Turtle and the Pelican. Flowers from Floral Army. To keep costs down, we raided my mum and dad's garden as well as my own for greenery.
A party's not a party without some serious business talk My dad back and one of my sisters Tash front in pink skirt. Sadly my other sister Simone could not attend as she is off working on the Disney cruise ships in the Bahamas. But she was there in spirit! By the time we smashed the cake, I felt extremely jittery! I was about 90 percent certain it would be a girl. It sounds irrational but Mr Nerd and I were just so sure it was a girl. It was an understatement to say I was astonished when we smashed the cake to reveal blue sponge.
I couldn't believe it was a boy! The photos crack me up. I think Nala believed the entire party was thrown for her. She makes me laugh. Mr Nerd, about to fulfil his lifelong dream of smashing a cake. I later found out my loving father secretly suggested Mr Nerd smash the cake in my face. Thank God he did not because I would have murdered him, then my father.
My sister Tash and my mum. Mr Nerd thought it fitting at this point to rudely remove my pink sash and fling it away. Table and Nala's chair from Turtle and the Pelican. Photography by Alanna of Earthbound Images - these photos make me laugh! It took a few days for it to sink in, I have to admit. What would I talk to a little boy about?!
I have just never been around little boys very much — just girls. But now I feel way more relaxed about it. A boy will be fun We were both on Team Pink as we were guessing it would be a girl, but I laughed my head off when Mr Nerd ripped off his pink shirt to reveal he was sneakily wearing a blue T-shirt underneath.
He said he had a Superman moment when he found out it was a boy. Gender Guess winner Ryan, who asked that the gold coin jar go to the new baby, but we insisted Ryan spend it on beer. My dad on the far left, looking pretty chuffed. My dad suggested we let the winner of the gender guess name the baby. It was Mr Nerd's birthday that week, and he not being a birthday person at all, unlike me graciously put up with a cake being brought out to celebrate it.