Dear reader, have you given birth? How did it go? Is there something you regret about the choices you made? Is there something wonderful that happened? Do you have advice for me?
In other news, swim class was facing extinction. Not the class itself, but my participation in it. On Friday I had a sore throat and couldn’t go. Yesterday, I spent the whole day looking forward to it. At 5:30 I gathered all of my things and hopped in the car, arrived to the gym early, headed down to the locker room, and discovered that I’d left my swimsuit at home.
The horror.
No cell phone service in the locker room. Run back upstairs, outside. Call Scott. I don’t know where to tell him to look. Where is it? He needs to know what it looks like — he’s never seen me in it. Is it this black dress thing with the beige insert? Yes, that’s it.
Sitting on the stairs, waiting. I cry a little. Why why why did I leave the suit behind? Oh, right. Mommy brain. I watch the minutes that I am not swimming tick by on my cell phone screen.
He calls. He’s two blocks away. I stand. I see him at the stop light. It’s a long light. I consider running down to where his car is, whether the time gained would be then canceled out by the time it would take to run back. I hold my ground and wave. It’s a very long light. He drives up the block slowly, one arm out the window, holding my suit. I dash into the street, grab suit as he glides by, shout “I love you!” and run back inside the YMCA to catch the last 30 minutes of class.
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