"You should really start your own play-group...."
"...you know, for women more your age."
Said the 33 year old mom with the playgroup consisting of 28 through 36 year old moms and their kids. She was smiling and nodding. I'd only asked what day their group met. It actually hadn't crossed my mind to join them. I'm only five months along and that seems like a hundred years away.
I was absolutely stunned. I just nodded and changed the subject and left a few minutes later. That was this morning. I thought about it again, sitting in bed, starting to read my book. That's when I just burst into tears. I felt like I'd been walking by the cheerleader's table in 7th grade and had one of them shout that I couldn't sit with them. LOL. Uh..I wasn't asking.
In any case, now I feel silly for crying about it. And, yeah, a little bit pissed off because now I'm realizing that there won't be a playgroup for me/us in a few months. My old playgroup has fallen apart after kids started school and families moved away (I live in Central America and the expat community here can be odd and transient) and been taken over by a New Age nut case who vets newcomers for their "positivity or negativity" and the only other group...doesn't want me.
I'd start my own playgroup if I thought for a moment that, at 46 when I have this baby, I wasn't the only 46 year old with a new baby in the area. *sigh*...whatever. Maybe I don't even need a playgroup.
Anyway. I just wanted to vent a little. Along with the chocolate cravings, I guess I'm feeling a wee bit sorry for myself.