(I was debating putting this in here. I didn’t want to sound preachy or anything, but it’s something I’ve found useful this week and maybe it will be useful to you, too.)
p.s. You would have thought I hit my head harder when I fell because right after this, when we decided to cool off in the pool at the YMCA, I didn’t read the signs that indicated the first lane was only two feet deep and jumped knees first, compressing like a dropped doll into the plaster bottom. Then we ran into a lady that used to substitute teach at my old school along with our friendly local surf shop owner, both standing next to each other at swim lessons. Because I hadn’t met either of their significant others in person, I blurted out to her “Wait, are you his wife?” too excited about the possible coincidence. But no. No, she was not his wife. Just a blushing version of the teacher who used to give art lessons to my old students. I guess I can’t be so hard on people who keep bothering me with the “baby question” anymore. Saying the wrong thing is easy.