Chicken
I chickened out on telling a friend the big news today. R and I met for lunch, as we do almost weekly. I had every intention of telling her (I know she’ll be excited and supportive) but next thing I knew, the conversation had gotten on a different track and something that should have been a first thing announcement didnt get said. This isnt the kind of thing you tell over empty plates.
I think I’m a little afraid of how our dynamic will change. R is a mom of two. Two delightful girls that I love so so much. But if you talk with R for a minute, you’ll know that she’s not at all fond of babies. And I’ll be introducing a baby into our dynamic. Not only that, but I’ll change from young married childless friend (go anywhere, do anything, not tied down) to a mom. I think it’ll be a turn off for R.
So, I’m a little nervous about that change.
Just like last night, after all the excitement, and I was sitting on the couch thinking about how I’ll organize baby toys in my beautiful, stylish, simplistic, living room. And how I dont really have any more storage space in my kitchen for baby things.
And my poor poor cats. They wont do well with a baby in the house. (God please help my cats to adjust well, and please help us to not neglect them).
Yep.