So back when I had the PPD and was just completely exhausted and resentful and overwhelmed, I almost handed our baby to a complete stranger.
She was young and pretty, and stopped to say hello one day when Jordan and I were waiting in front of the house for Nick to lock up.
She said, "What a cute baby! I'd love to babysit. I live right next door."
As she said this, she pointed at the building next to ours.
And I swear to you, I reached down for him, and was on the verge of flinging him at her and shuffling away as fast as my C-section might allow, all, "Hereyougo, thankyouverymuch!"
Nick stopped me mid-baby-lift and said, "That would be great! Why don't we get your number next time we see you?"
I promptly forgot all about her.
But we've since met most of our immediate neighbors. And the other day, Nick remarked on the fact that we've never seen that woman again.
"The complete stranger that you wanted to give Jordan to."
Oh. That woman. She looked sincere, as I recall. And she had on a nice outfit.
Good thing I didn't hand the kid over.