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Lobby Labors
The other day, while wandering into the building, I bumped into a neighbor I barely know. We've had a couple of conversations about her pregnancy and how someone from the other side of having two children (me) is experiencing that whole roundabout. I like this woman.
This apartment is a strange place. For the most part people avoid making eye contact in the elevators. Many people seem to find children sort of annoying and I have been known to conduct long conversations with the dog while being studiously ignored by everyone else.
So I'm happy to have met a friendly person. The other day she was looking sort of wan in the lobby and was mouthing something to me as I walked in. She was telling me that she was in labor and if I understood her correctly, she was well into her second day of labor. At that moment she was looking for a cab. I told her not to hesitate to ask for help.
And this made me think that Sebastian is getting on a year old. Not long ago I was pending in this way, though I never had to hang out in a busy apartment building lobby in agony while waiting for a taxi.
My thoughts are with her, and with everyone who is in labor in public. She was pretty classy, all things considered.
And now, a year after my last delivery, I have a decision to make about what sort of cake would be best for the Sebastian. I know mess is de rigeur, so I figure the emphasis is on icing.
posted by Elise at 7:20 PM
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