So the party is still drizzling on (less than five people) on my back deck, but I'm in here on the computer, and eating toast with peanut butter. Maggie was a bit fussy, so it took me a while to get her to bed, and I put my pjs on to nurse her to sleep. And she's never slept anywhere but at my side, so I hated to leave her even now. Even though I was a bit teary-eyed when my darling man came to check on us, because I'm missing the party, there's no place I'd rather be than with my baby.
I'm not sure if it makes me happy or sad to be so...old...and pitiful.
It definitely makes me happy, though, to be feeling so in love with my Maggie. I was getting worried for a while there that I didn't feel 'attached' enough, but I think it's just the fact that I'm not a baby person. Now, when she's almost six weeks old, I feel like we're getting to know each other a bit more - and liking what we're learning about each other.
Maggie is wonderful, even when I skip out on a party that other people drove ten hours to be at. And my man did point out that we'll be spending the whole weekend with these people, so I haven't passed up the whole party yet.