Before I had my first kid I remember wishing everyone could come visit me right away. But as it turns out it's not like getting your tonsils out. As much as you love your friends, when you look like you've been hit by a truck, are partially exposed at all times (until you get the hang of things), and have a tiny alien-looking thing suddenly depending on you for its survival it's a little unnerving. Not to mention the hormones. Ugh! Anyway, wait for the invite and if the baby starts getting agitated then it's probably time to hit the road.
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