Kat and I used to talk about how when we got pregnant, we'd never be those super cute moms with little basketball bellies who everyone thinks is just glowing with adorableness. We knew we'd be the fat girls who no one can tell is pregnant until we start to waddle and even then, no one would dare ask "When are you due?" for fear that we'd give them an evil stare and be all "WTF are you talking about? I'm not pregnant!"
I always thought she'd be one of the first people I'd tell when I found myself knocked up; hell, maybe she'd be the one who went with me to buy the test. I was convinced for years that if I ever had a little girl, part of her name would be Katherine, in tribute to the greatest friend I'd ever had. I thought we'd each be in the delivery room when the other gave birth. I thought we'd raise our babies together, like siblings.
And now, here I am, pregnant with my first child, and I don't even know Kat's phone number anymore.
It's funny how life changes, isn't it?
I love you and I will be there for you, even though i didn't go to buy the pregnancy test with you. I will even be in the delivery room (as long as i don't have to fight your mom or Jimi for a spot...HA!) It is sad how people move in and out of our lives, though.ReplyDelete
Stace, I love you too. I'm not sad, just a little wistful. It's strange how you have this image in your head your whole life about how you think things will turn out, but in reality, life is full of change and things almost never go according to the plans you make. It's not a bad thing, it just is. :)ReplyDelete