It’s Pride weekend and while I wistfully considered heading across the Bay Bridge last night to hear an old friend spin house music, my baby and I were asleep on the couch to George Lopez by 10:30pm. We slept fitfully till after 6am. My daughter has kept me giggling with a series of kicks, twists, and turns in my womb all day long through two breakfasts, a Mass, lots of online updates to both my baby registires, and chitchat with my parents.
Motherhood changes everything.