Nine days until the due date. Tired of working on DIY projects around the home, I put the hacksaw down this morning (yes, literally, I was using a hacksaw. I needed to cut a metal tube for a roller blind I'm installing. I must say, I feel quite liberated) and left the house to join a group called "Bumps and Babies." I had learned of this group in my birth education class.
The term "bumps" led me to believe that there would be both pregos and mothers at this group. That was wrong. I found myself sitting on a foam mat surrounded by toys, babies, and mothers. Once I had sat down, I found it very difficult to move, and so I spoke to whichever mothers deigned to speak to me, the pregnant, clueless one. One of them did trust me to hold their infant - and of course, it was the baby with the eye infection.
Without a baby, and without any stories to share about cribs or playpens or diapers, I felt distinctly out of place while politely nodding to these stories swirling about me. I was comforted to know that a group like this exists, and I will likely return when I have a squawling one of my own. But, for now, I was happy to be able to easily walk away. (well, once I had managed to move myself from the sitting position!)
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