THE BABIES ARE COMING
Two of my best friends have kids. One friend twins (boy and girl) and the other a boy. As this was going down-my two best friends getting pregnant...the having kids...it blew my mind. It continues to blow my mind. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you at times I feel selfish. I want my friends back. Like when I call my friend with twins and she has me on speaker phone feeding two babies and meanwhile I want to tell her about my wild night but feel wrong saying the words, 'got trashed' on speaker phone to the sounds of two adorable twins cooing like doves.
Now, I've adjusted better and have to say I am just soooooo EXCITED to meet these little beings. These little pieces, little extensions of these amazing women. At the end of June my friend with twins will be home in Massachusetts with the twins and my other friend will be coming to New York with her baby that very same week. When I think about I get nervous. Excited. I am worried my camera won't be good enough. Or that I'll act like a fool and burst into tears at the very sight of them.
Yesterday E and I sat in Prospect Park hungover and looking at the tens of thousands of couples around us with Maclaren strollers and Baby Bjorn carriers. Sometimes it feels like a baby explosion. Like a massive wave of babies have been let loose out of a gigantic jar and they all ran straight to Brooklyn.
Everyone looked so 'cute' and 'happy' and 'adorable' it was enough to make one scream. I don't know why I had such a bad attitude about it. It's not that we want a baby right now because we don't. As we talked about it, it seemed more related to the fact that life seems to be in fast forward. Our friends-most of them are becoming or are parents. It's wierd and scary but at the same time admirable.
All I know is that E summed up the mood perfectly as we stared at some hipster couple's kid dance like a spaz in the grass,
E: Why are babies such bad dancers?