We went over to my mother's place for dinner tonight. It was the first time Travis had been anywhere other than the doctor for about 2 1/2 weeks. He got to put on his shoes and wear jeans instead of tracksuit pants, drink a glass of red wine, talk to someone other than me and Petra, and generally make like a real person.
I spent two months in my house while I was pregnant, so I know how claustrophobic home becomes and how exciting it is to be able to go out again. The world seems big and busy and fascinating, and even small changes are noteworthy.