The first rule of Mom Club is...

You do not talk about Mom Club.  Especially not on the Internets.

But I still think that I'm allowed to express how I feel about the existence of Mom Clubs generally and how I feel about having joined one.

Today was our very first session.  First, I'm glad I joined something that gets me out of the house, into real people clothes, and talking to other adults.  Second, I'm glad it's really, really close to home and will get me back in time for the brown one's midday walk.  Third, I'm glad that it's on a Monday so it'll get my week started off with some structure.  And fourth, I'm glad that I'm going to get to meet people with babies close in age to X. 

As a general matter though, I feel like Mom Clubs are a double-edged sword.  On the one hand, yay, it's nice to have a sense of community and to be with people who are going through the same difficult thing at the same time.  (It's kind of like Bar/Bri that way).  But on the other hand, I always feel a little bit deflated when I am given concrete reminders that there's very little "unique" or "special" about my experience.  It's a feeling I get from time to time, like when I'm at the pediatrician's office or when I get those emails from BabyCenter explaining that all the cool things he did in Week Whatever were right on target for what every baby does in Week Whatever.  Again, it's nice to know we're not alone in this and that we're "on track."  But so much for "my special snowflake," you know? 

Not to be emo about it or anything :)

A ten-week-old infant exhibiting normal behavior