Wow.
Apparently being close to the big 3-0 places me in a social circle that is expanding – by babies that it! It’s almost as if my friends have been drinking some über fertile water and hoping on the adventure to parenthood! I swear I have more friends that are pregnant or new moms that friends who aren’t.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing at all. I love getting cuddles from babies – especially ones that are well – and I feel confident in my babysitting abilities as a pediatric nurse and all…But there is a part of me that feels a little bit like I’m the last person to grow up in my crew of friends. Which is weird because I know I personally am no ready to be a mother (not that you can ever really be).
I guess I just don’t want to feel like an outsider. Like I don’t fit in. I mean, I’ve got a dog. I take care of sick babies. That’s my only frame of reference to contribute to conversation with parents. Sometimes people are polite and let me join in to conversations. Other times, I just feel like I don’t belong talking to them.
It’s like there is a palpable, but invisible, line that is drawn between parents and non-parents. Just like the line between singles and marrieds. I hate the latter line, and I’m beginning to feel uneasy about the second.
Guess it’s just one of those growing pains…
drama queening 