Pathetic Fear

Have planned to go to one of those baby-meets tomorrow. The only problem is that I am such a wimp when it comes to going somewhere new. I can travel across the world (Samoa) on my own without hesitation but going to the canteen at work (it took me 8 months), the gym in the little place I worked at in Sweden (probably 6 months), the little cafe around the corner (never been) is something I dread.

Don't ask me why but that's the way I've always been. The big things I can do, the small stuff? Not so much. Which is why I am feeling a bit nervous about tomorrow. Which door do I use - I stress if I know a place has more than one front door - ? And on it goes.

I'll be fine once I've been and know where to go but before then ...

God, I am so pathetic!

Update: I've been and it was lovely. Baby N was excited by all the other babies and sat on his own (!) and lunged forward to grab a car. Typical boy, now I have to buy him a car as we haven't got one... I did, of course, use the wrong stupid door but sorted it out, all on my own. I might just be a grown up after all!