I'm in The Newborn Bubble, y'all.
Any other Mamas know what I'm talking about?
The Bubble that restricts you from having much knowledge about anything in the world unless it relates to your child?
You know, when a friend says, "Did you watch the news coverage of the Chilean miners being rescued?" and you say, "What? You made chili? I better not eat any. It might give Eva gas".
Or when you're asked what your plans are for Halloween and you have to stop and take a look at the calendar to remind yourself that October has not only started, but is nearly over, and that the world has, indeed, continued to turn in your absence.
The Bubble that makes you forget what day of the week it is. Or if you've put on deodorant. The Bubble that only includes poopy diapers, breast milk, onesies, sleepers, and swaddling.
I love being in this particular Bubble. Because I'm in The Bubble with the sweetest girl that has ever lived. Yet at the same time, there is something about being in The Bubble that makes you feel a little lonesome sometimes. Like everything is whizzing past at light speed and you can't keep up.
Despite that fact that Eva and I have gotten out and about quite a bit - and, in fact, this post is scheduled so as we speak, we should be en route to the USA for a shopping day with Nana - I still feel like I'm in The Bubble. So, for now I'll stay in it, but I'll work on getting out.
If I've forgotten your birthday, failed to return a phone call or e-mail, looked dirty in public or reeked of baby vomit in your presence, I apologize - I blame it on The Bubble.