Two years ago, I had my first cookie exchange here in San Antonio. It was my first Christmas living here, and I invited all of my "new" friends that I met in the Spouses Club. It was great fun. We all met in the evening when we got home from our important, full-time jobs. We drank wine in excess and ate fancy cheese until much too late in the evening. We sat around and talked about our husbands, their crazy work hours, and how much Intern Year stinks. It was relaxing and wonderful.
This year, I had another cookie exchange, with mostly the same friends. Except, THIS TIME, it was at 10AM on a Friday. We had orange juice and french toast sticks. We also had the same number of babies as adults--NINE. Plus two preggos. (And perhaps more? You never know about these things.) There was a baby in every direction and occupying every baby-holding-apparatus in my house. It was a bit like Sister Wives for a moment there. Everyone seemed to be sharing babies. It was pandemonium for a bit and I'll admit, it was a little hard to keep a conversation going because...BABIES. And TODDLERS. But when we did talk, it was about things like where everyone is moving next year. Can it be already?
Today, I looked around at my friends and watched as they fed the babies. Passed them off to someone else so they could eat. Helped the toddlers with getting their food. Steered them away from all the dangerous items in my non-baby-proofed house. Held them next to Bunny and Little Dog so they could say hello. I watched as we all sat around and talked about things like epidurals and baby poop and what type of detergent is best for newborns?
And I felt SO MUCH JOY.
These babies we were holding were the very babies we talked about and planned for two years ago. Our lives have settled into something so very different than what they were when we first moved here. I never would have imagined that I would have enjoyed a mid-morning get together like that. A get together so loud that no one even realized I had festive Christmas music playing in the background until I pointed it out.
But in all honesty, I loved every single moment. Even the moment when someone pointed out that I had baby vomit all over the front of my sweater.