Slowly going crazy am I

I started writing this account weeks ago, but I'm not sure I ever published it.

My good friend Erin and I met for coffee on a rainy Thursday afternoon. We sat in front of the window and chatted while staring at the gray world outside. As usual, our conversation covered a wide array of topics…and we eventually fell on the topic of babies. I was commenting on my initial reaction (read: freak out) when I discovered that I was pregnant with Ava. Erin supposed that my “knee jerk” reaction was a normal response for someone who didn’t expect to have another baby. She then related that if she and Gary wound up in the same situation, she supposed that there would be an initial freak-out over their lack of space. We then starting discussing all the possible places a baby could sleep. Dresser drawers. Bookshelves. Possibly even a closed bookshelf. When I questioned the amount of air that would be able to travel through the closed bookshelf, Erin blew off my concern and responded with, “Eh…how much air do they need, anyway…?” We laughed and went onto another topic, but later I began to wonder if the other inhabitants of the coffee shop had heard our conversation. It was a typical exchange for us…sarcasm mixed with our own quirky brand of humor, but how crazy must we have sounded to someone on the outside?