I made it out of the house this weekend by myself. It was only the second time I've been able to do this since he was born. Michael doesn't like leaving the house... he hates the sun, wind, and car rides. He hates his sling and Moby wrap despite my persistent efforts since he was born. He hates his stroller and can be pretty fussy and eats frequently. He is not a portable baby.
So I'm out on Saturday and it's a beautiful day. I went and got my eye lashes tinted for the first time in about a year (you have to lay on your back for 30-45mins which isn't very compatible with pregnancy). I feel so much prettier when they are done. Then I went to the mall to get some jeans that fit since I'm about a size larger than prepregnancy still.
Anyhow, babies and preggos were everywhere! I mean EVERYWHERE. It was crazy. Everywhere I turned, I was almost mowed over by a stroller. And tons of double strollers too. Except for the people that were carrying their tiny newborns. I must have seen half a dozen sleepy little newborns. It was crazy.
And I was jealous that I couldn't bring my beautiful little boy out with me and push him around in the stroller.
But on my last stop I heard a girl on her cell phone saying, "There are babies and pregnant women everywhere! Do you know how hard it is for me to be around all this?!"
I have an idea.
I was definitely a little less jealous of the ladies pushing strollers after that.