I went to Tryst this morning with a friend of mine and our babies.
Random note: there were a shocking number of attractive men there today.
Anyway, as pretty much always happens when I go anywhere, India wanted to nurse. So I did. Our server gave me a dirty look, but I think she was in a bad mood or didn't particularly like us or something. Nobody else batted an eye.
And I realized that a year ago I was freshly back from Paris and heading to the doctor to see if I was still pregnant (pleasegodpleasegod...). And I was! And here we are!
I ordered a chaippuccino, a word that still makes me cringe whenever I say it, and which I've been ordering there since back in my single days. And I said to my friend, "You know, five years ago if you'd told me I'd be sitting here nursing my baby, I wouldn't have believed you."
Because five years ago, I hadn't yet met Nick. I was dating like a fiend, and had recently gone out with a completely critical asshole who inspired this post.
Four years ago, I wasn't yet married, but was counting down to next week.
Three years ago, I had a new baby and was completely losing my shit.
Two years ago, I was trying very hard to get pregnant. I was terrified of being too old. And I wasn't talking about it. When I finally did let it out, it was such a relief.
And here I am, a married mother of two.
Five years and a million chaipuccinos ago, I would never have believed it.