Ever have one of those moments when your whole view of yourself is just shattered into a million pieces? Here I am, 41 years old, probably in the best shape of my life. Feeling pretty good about how I look and how I feel...
We're out with younger friends at the Firehouse winery enjoying the food and company and music and Chris singing to Mike...Trisha is VERY pregnant. (In fact she gave birth not 24 hours later) I'm touching her belly because I know she's not much longer to be with child and it's just creepy to go around touching unpregnant bellies. While we were sitting there she had a contraction. Chris was so adorable ~ which is not the side everyone gets to see ~ C: "Are you in pain?" T: "Yes" C: "YES!!!"
Of course this baby is the topic of all conversation and the group of older women sitting next to us at the picnic tables start to join in. (They were doing the bar crawl and I think the Firehouse is the last stop...) The one woman wants to know the name, but Trisha and Chris aren't telling. This woman suggests her son's name, Bronson, which I think is pretty telling. The conversation continues on...
They get up to leave and she's wishing Trisha luck when she turns to me and asks, "Are you the grandma?"
Shattered, that's all there is to say.
