The World Looks Inviting Again

"You!" I said to my husband. "Coming into the house and then prancing right back out! Using a car to go into the world! Having all those 'experiences'! Using that thing they call a 'door'!" He asked if I was just maybe going a little stir-crazy. It's 17 degrees outside, I have a baby strapped to my chest, I am still in my bathrobe at 5pm, and I haven't been outside since Tuesday. Not stir-crazy yet, but maybe the edge of it. Just stir.

I took our little pea blossom to Target on Monday. After that we were going to take a girl's trip to my new mother's group. But baby cried in Target. I thought it was understandable---Target kind of sucks sometimes. Bad lighting and shoppers with attitude. And they had no cute onesies that fit her. But she even cried in the warm car. I took her home and cuddled her, which makes her very happy. Not all babies are happy when they are held or cuddled or worn in a sling, so Peony's ability to be reassured makes me grateful. But still. It made me wonder just how I'm ever going to get out there. I don't need to go far--just far enough to forget about my annoying neighbor and feel like there's a reason to take a shower. We're talking Starbucks.

When it's warmer, and by that I mean at least 25 degrees, then the small one and I shall venture out into the world. Although I took her to Starbucks when she was two weeks old and a fellow mother loudly told me to "take her home and put her in an incubator." She also told me P. was hungry, which she was not. It stressed me out, but then again, the tadpole is going to invite all kinds of comments from the general populace, and I must take them with ease. I didn't learn to do that perfectly in pregnancy, but now that I am a bona fide mama, I think it's going to be necessary.