When the question was "to shower or not to shower?" I took the path of least resistance, which was to go ahead with the baby shower. And I'm so glad I did.
It was the first time I'd ever brought together all the various people I know in L.A. I mean, not literally all of them, but I had coworkers, college friends, new friends and even my parents here at our house. And the beauty of it was that they all had a blast. I love introducing people I love to each other, watching them meet and make that connection where they go, 'Hey, I like you – you're cool.'
I probably exerted myself more than I should have –- it was certainly more activity than I'd had in weeks -- but being surrounded by all that good energy was worth it. And I think everyone felt grateful to share a happy, sunny, fun-filled Sunday afternoon.
Now I'm back to my solitary ways with Matt and just the sounds of the neighborhood outside to keep me company. And I'm trying to be at peace with the solitude 'cause it's not going to last much longer.
I suddenly feel the truly imminent arrival of these two floaties and how utterly life-changing that will be. Even now, the idea of it is totally white-knuckle, gut wrenchingly scary. So I try not to think too much ahead or worry about things that may or may not come to pass. They're coming and when they get here, Matt and I will do our very best for them.
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