Today I had a conversation with someone. Besides Josh or Danielle. Like...a real conversation. Face-to-face. This is the first time this has happened in the past 3 and a half-ish weeks. I was thrilled. Her name is Jane. She is Chinese and sat beside me in the subway. She doesn't agree with me that Chinese people are more kind than Americans. She wanted to know if I had ever seen Obama. She was surprised that I like to play soccer. She wants to go to Harvard and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. And she wished me a wonderful life. I made a friend. for 15 minutes that I'll probably never see again, but I was still happy. And I think she was too.
No news on the baby. Danielle has been feeling a little bit of pain sometimes but nothing near labor pains. I'm just convinced that she's so tough that she doesn't realize they're real contractions...and one day he's just gonna come right out and she'll barely notice. High hopes. But I'll be honest. Today Danielle noticed I had changed clothes and said "you changed!"...I thought she said "you came!" I was trying to figure out what she was talking about and I actually thought for a second, no joke, that she had given birth...right there in the kitchen. I heard no screaming, no cries of labor pains, no sounds that I had imagined would come from a mother giving birth. All I heard was "you came!" and I assumed he'd been born. I'm desperate.
Tonight we went, again, to the National Centre for the Performing Arts. This time Josh went early to make sure we'd actually get tickets. We went to see a man play an organ with 12 people playing cellos. While they were extremely good, the didn't quite live up to the German Brass or the orchestra. But not much can. It reminded me how much I miss playing the piano. I can't wait to get to Josh and Danielle's house where I can play any time I want! (Little Shelley may just have to learn to sleep with noise.)