Spacefem (spacefem) wrote,

final friday with the jo

Last night I took Josie out to the final friday art exhibits downtown. It was awesome. She was in her baby bjorn and I walked around for over an hour, not feeling much strain at all. I mean yeah there's 15 pounds there but it's much less taxing on your back than holding the baby, and art galleries aren't exactly stroller-friendly. Josie was very good, just looked around at the world and the art. I can't tell you how nice it was to be out of the house. The weather was so beautiful and I ran into lots of people I knew.

Walking around with a baby is a distraction, you get a lot of stranger interaction, but I didn't really mind. It was mostly quick comments about how cute or pretty or chubby she was. At most, I'd have to respond with a "Josie, say hi to the lady!" or something. This is a HUGE contrast to Life As Pregnant... which gets to be a kind of hell. For about six weeks towards the end there I seriously avoided going out in public.

I mean with the baby you get: "Look at those cheeks!".

With obvious pregnancy, you get: "Look like someone's expecting! When are you due? Do you know what you're having? You must be excited! Do you have a name picked out? Do you like the name 'Rachel'? I like the name 'Rachel'. You must be hot! Does she kick a lot? Are you nervous? My third cousin's former roommate had a baby she was in labor for eight days and now she has to keep her vagina in a jar on the nightstand..." AHHHH SHUT UUUUUUP!

In fact most everything that's tough about being with a baby can be quickly written off by "well at least I'm not pregnant".

Anyway we got home, and Josie didn't feel like going to sleep until 11:00 or so, maybe she was just spun up from the night. I didn't mind too much though, I felt like we'd just shared a fun friday out together.
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