I've noticed that the people I used to be very close to, share my girlie secrets with, no longer seem to think I exist since I had my second baby. Now, none of them has little ones so I can understand but I kind of feel like I'm a pariah now.
The funniest part about this is that I honestly don't mind. They are doing their own thing and I can't imagine having a bra on past 6 pm at night, let alone standing in a bar having a drink.
Still love them, but I see the pictures they put up of their nights out and all I can think is how tired I'd be the next day if I had their schedules.