I've gone out of the house a few times with D-. There have been a few walks, a few trips to friends' houses and to Grandma and Grandpa's house and a shopping excursion with a friend who also has a newborn. But on saturday, I went to lunch with several friends (and a few new people - all shiny and what not) and it was very strange.

I'm honestly not sure what made it so odd. Several people in attendence were there at said friend's house and at the hospital after D- was born. So it's not like they haven't been around her before. Or us around them. But for some reason, I felt "other". And I just don't know why. As if I hadn't yet realized that I really and truly had to pay close attention to this tiny entity that was helpless without me.

Maybe it was that I now was meeting people as The Mother of a Newborn and not as just me. I dunno. But I figured I should blog about it before I forgot the feeling.