I may not be a real girl

This weekend I went home. It was Dad's birthday and I hadn't seen Nathan yet. Plus, I hadn't seen my girls in eons.

So I went to Dad and Tammy's first. Nathan was sleeping so I just kind of looked. Is it just me, or do babies look fake? Like they are wax dolls? OK, maybe it is just me. The next morning, out came the quiet baby and before I could even blink, he was cradled in my arms.

Nathan is a bit weird. Doesn't like to open both eyes at the same time and looks pissed off most of the time. But then again, I'd be pissed off too... the womb sounds like a good deal.

There I sat with a baby in my arms. I looked down into his little face and... nothing. I've heard that women, when holding babies, feel all these maternal things deep inside. All I could think was "wow, nope. Not maternal."

I'm not into babies.



Went out with the girls for dinner. I'm finding it harder and harder to talk to them. I think it maybe because I don't see them often. It's that awkward small talk that I dislike so much. Maybe it's because they were talking about weddings.

I'm not into weddings.

At the end of dinner, I went to the bathroom. When I came back... they had decided to organize our 10 year reunion for high school. I was comfortable with the no reunion. I thought there wasn't going to be one. But no. There is. And my name was on the email that went out via facebook, so if I don't show, I will be one uber bitch.

Not into reunions.

I'm safely back in Victoria now, where I have my dancing, volunteering and single people. Things I am into.

Whew.
S.