Our last child-less holiday season has been really mellow. I totally spaced on the annual holiday sing-a-long at the Atlas Theater, which we enjoyed so much last year. Oh well. A colleague and I went to see Vox Pulchra, the women’s section of the Capitol Hill Chorale, perform the other night at the super-fancy Willard Intercontinental. On Saturday, we went to three back-to-back holiday parties/open houses/dinners. I was pretty thrashed by the time we got home but we saw people associated from my office, church, and Morocco. It was the first time MoBob met many of my work colleagues, whom I truly love and appreciate, including my “work husband” (and the “work husband’s” wife).
I went to the second mommy group meeting on Monday evening. What a nice group of women – though I wonder what will happen when we start giving birth and dropping out. One of the members couldn’t make it because she experienced some bleeding. She spent the night in the hospital and everything’s OK, but of course with recent events and hormones and stress everything just escalates and escalates. We’re all due between the end of March and early May, and I’m the only one who hasn’t felt any movement. I’m sure Bassou is doing somersaults in there and I’m exceptionally padded anyway but it just seems weird. MY CHILD IS BEHIND. See? I'm already trapped in the cult of competitive motherhood.
I kind of wish we could go ice-skating. I have real ice skates in storage and there are two new rinks in town, Georgetown Waterfront and Navy Yard (just a few blocks from us). I know theoretically I can skate but the thought of falling and then trying to get back up again is overwhelming.