Good Lord, what did I do.
My pregnant friend L has asked me to be her date for the Baby & Family Fair tomorrow. I was in such a good headspace when she asked last week, I gleefully agreed to go.
But now the fair is in, like, 12 short hours and I'm starting to panic. Am I really ready for this?
A month ago, HELL no. No friggin' way I could go to something like that; I likely would have been reduced to tears at the very thought of being surrounded by babies babies everywhere.
Now, full of vim and hope for the upcoming IVF, I'm in a much better place and I think, THINK, I can handle it. I think. But I'm not sure.
Hmmm...a morning spent surrounded by babies, toddlers, toys, bottles, breastfeeding, strollers, play pens, diaper rash, formula, huge pregnant bellies and God knows what else? This should be interesting.
Seriously, wish me luck.