I went to my friend's birthday picnic today. There was a baby wriggling around a rug that at some stage grabbed my hem. I had to give several tugs to free myself before my skirt went skittering down demonstrating the voluminous nature of my undies.
An hour and a half into this picnic I realised the person paying the most attention to the baby was the mother. I have known her for years, via my friend, but I did not even know she was pregnant much less the mother of an almost toddler. Possibly I had been told and I vagued it out. In any case these surprise babies are a bit of a shock on the old system. It seemed like a nice one - round and smiley.
Mother and baby had gotten over a rough start and are in the groove. It must be relieving if you start with a baby too small to register on the growth chart to hit the 50th percentile.
On a related picnic matter, I generally have a good memory (aside from the years lost to pregnancy and small children, of which I remember very little). Its weakness is faces. I am not great at them.
A woman arrived at the party and I started chatting to her. I think we were both thinking, "how do I know this person?" Then she took off her sunglasses. She had very unusual pale green eyes. I said, "Didn't we work together at XXX in about 2000?" She was stunned. Then, to top it off, I said, "[address of the building],1st floor, to the left of the lifts." Frankly, I was a little bit stunned myself. You have to admit, I may miss entire pregnancies but sometimes I am a clever munchkin.
Thank you very much. (Said in an Elvis accent)
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