"I'm not sure what to do yet for a birthday party for little Benson," she said. "I love the theme of airplanes and travel."
"Yeah," I said.
"But then I was looking on Pinterest, and I saw the cutest little Up themed party. Balloons everywhere and stuff, you know."
"Yeah," I said again. (I know, I'm great at conversation.)
"Do you know what you're going to do for a party yet?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't think I'm one of those people who throws a little party when their baby turns one month old."
"I'm not talking about a month-old party. I'm talking about when our babies turn one year old."
I blinked.
And blinked again.
"You're already planning your baby's one-year-old birthday party?" I asked.
"Well yeah," she said. "I was going to do a tea party themed one if I had a girl. You should totally do that," she said.
I blinked a third time. "That's 49 weeks away."
Maybe we weren't destined to be BFFs after all. Just then, the nurse called "Claire!" I just sat there, thinking about the type of person that starts planning a birthday party 49 weeks in advance. And here I had been feeling great that I did my hair that morning.
"Claire?" called the nurse again.
"Um, isn't that you?" the girl asked politely, gesturing toward my baby.
"What -? Oh. Oh gosh. Yes." Oh yeah. I have a baby. And her name is Claire. I quickly gathered up my stuff.
The nurse was giving me a funny look (don't you know your own baby?), so I tried explaining. "Sorry! We usually just call her Squeaks or Baby Girl or The Squishy One. Haha...ha...." I trailed off lamely. She gave an obligatory half smile, but the funny look didn't go away.
And then later I discovered I only wore one earring all day. So basically I have this mom thing down. Hashtag winning.
It's a good thing I have a cute baby to make up for all of that :)
But seriously, those eyes.
