|Taken 1/11/2015 at 34 weeks|
These days I'm living in a constant state of babybabybaby. All of my thoughts revolve around this baby and the fact that we're quickly approaching the window of "she'll be here any day now." Once upon a time, February seemed so far away, but yesterday at work, I realized it was January 13th. We can hardly get through a dinner conversation without talking about hanging things in her room, installing the car seat, our hospital bags, bottle nipples, or diapers. We're about to exchange our very routine life for something that is anything but!
We decided we needed to say farewell to Christmas in our house over the weekend. A home wrapped in Christmas is cozy, but it would lose its luster after too long, I suppose. The need for a storage bin of a very specific size sent us on an errand on Sunday night. I was knee-deep in laundry, and my maternity jeans were in the washer, so for the first time since college, I wore fleece pajama pants in public. My wet hair in a bun, glasses on, and PJ pants.
"I can't believe I'm going out like this."
"Whatever. You're pregnant."
"Even worse! I'm the pregnant woman who's 'letting herself go.'"
We cracked jokes about how I would fit in perfectly with the Wal-mart crowd. ;) We didn't find exactly what we needed at Target, Lowe's or Wal-mart, but we made do. Not 30 minutes after we got home, I received a message through this little blog's contact form... from a non-blogging reader who lives in the same outside-of-Memphis town... who recognized me... walking out of Wal-mart:
Hey! So, I am going to preemptively apologize if this message is creepy. I'm not trying to be, I swear! I think I just saw you and your husband coming out of wal-mart as my husband and I were going in.
At this point in reading the message, I thought, "How cool is this?" And then I thought, "What a small world!" And then I thought, "Should I be worried that she recognized me when I looked like this?" Hope is her name, and she is first person in Memphis I've "met" (by blog-world standards) who isn't a co-worker.
I can't help but wonder who of you I don't know. Hope had never commented on a post or Instagram photo (though she recalled my posts about being a CASA and self-injury/TWLOHA). I had no idea she existed! (Hi, Hope!) For the record, this blog has single-handedly built my social life over the last few years, so I do not underestimate the
I'm curious to know who else is out there. What's your name? What brought you here? Where do you live? You can post anonymously so that your e-mail address isn't attached to your comment. Of course, there's no obligation. Whether you comment or not, I'm happy you're here. Thank you! :)