On this hot summer day, little man and I are heading to Fi's for a "girlie lunch" - something I'm really looking forward to. Some of my best pals will be there - women I treasure but see very infrequently due to my busy mommy home life and their busy corporate lives and commitments to their own husbands/boyfriends/dates. Which is just fine of course.

A year ago (or more, I guess, when I wasn't yet pregnant) I had lots in common with these ladies. We even shared an employer, a love for wine and lots of it, fine food, dishing about other people, and not taking life particularly seriously.  I'm still that person, but with a baby priority and baby LIFE - with not much time or energy for anything else. 

When we get together, I try to be my old Shelagh self - I mean, I still am that person. I just get to be that person less often, I guess. And when we get together, even with my baby in my arms, I try to still fit in my new "appendage" and they try to accommodate by cooing over my son and asking about motherhood.

This post is not sounding anything like I was trying to say - forgive me.  I guess when it gets right down to it is that I've changed, and find most in common with my (very few) mommy friends because Ethan is so prominant in my life.  It makes me a bit sad because these women - my women friends - are truly amazing and every time we get together I feel very lucky indeed that they choose me to be their friend. 

Perhaps they'll have babies in the next few years, when I'll have my second, and together we'll reminisce about the good old days of binges of Pinot Gris, entire meals centered around goat cheese, sushi and coffee.  And we'll swap recipes for baby food, compare the merits of Huggies to Pampers, the pro's and con's of baby talk, discipline, bad mommies, parenting magazines, drinking while nursing, and the heaven on earth that is an afternoon nap.

Care to join me?