Co-Captain, My Captain
Jan. 15th, 2006 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiOne of my oldest friends called me
yesterday. I've been trying to get through to her on the phone
since before Thanksgiving. It turns out she's knocked up and been
puking her guts out every time I try to call. She and her husband
weren't going to start officially trying to get pregnant until January,
but I guess they got going a little early.
I'm surprisingly un-wigged out by this. When she called me after she got engaged, I was kind of dumbfounded. It was the whole selfish, "I'm too young for you to get married." But I knew this pregnancy was coming. During the trip out for the wedding last April, her husband was talking about having kids after waiting a few years. My friend was talking about having kids right away. I just laughed at her husband and recommended a puppy to stave her off for a year.
They didn't get the dog. He should have listened to me.
I have to applaud her. She gets what she wants. And they're both through the roof at the news, which is always good.
I will not fly in for the baby shower, though. She and her new group of friends are too Stepford-like for me to feel comfortable. (I was the only single bridesmaid. And the only brunette.) All they talk about is how great it is to be engaged and/or married and/or with children. I've been coming back from visits wondering what in the heck is wrong with me that I would be so completely miserable if I just dropped everything and focused on getting married and having kids when it seems to make all of them so happy.
Now I'm thinking too much. I should just go to bed before I start to make myself feel bad.
I'm surprisingly un-wigged out by this. When she called me after she got engaged, I was kind of dumbfounded. It was the whole selfish, "I'm too young for you to get married." But I knew this pregnancy was coming. During the trip out for the wedding last April, her husband was talking about having kids after waiting a few years. My friend was talking about having kids right away. I just laughed at her husband and recommended a puppy to stave her off for a year.
They didn't get the dog. He should have listened to me.
I have to applaud her. She gets what she wants. And they're both through the roof at the news, which is always good.
I will not fly in for the baby shower, though. She and her new group of friends are too Stepford-like for me to feel comfortable. (I was the only single bridesmaid. And the only brunette.) All they talk about is how great it is to be engaged and/or married and/or with children. I've been coming back from visits wondering what in the heck is wrong with me that I would be so completely miserable if I just dropped everything and focused on getting married and having kids when it seems to make all of them so happy.
Now I'm thinking too much. I should just go to bed before I start to make myself feel bad.
