One of my friends in Oklahoma is pregnant and I'm not there!
She emailed me the other day and let me know. She always poo-pooed the idea that she would ever have a baby, but I always wished she would. And now she is!
I wish I could be there to pat her head and say Poor, Poor Bunny while she is feeling icky/tired/stoopid. I'm having to do it over the internet and it just isn't the same.
I pointed her in the direction of my favorite pregnancy book The Girlfriends' Guide to Pregnancy: Or Everything Your Doctor Won't Tell You. She bought it right away.
She has already emailed some of us Fertile Myrtles and asked about nursing bras. Asking me about bras, pretty funny.
I wish her and her husband all of the best and I really wish I could be down there this fall to smell some new baby smell and nibble on some baby neck.
If it's a girl, I'm going to call her Brandy. What a good wife she would be.
Mercy, Kel. Who'd a thunk these two bozos would someday be parents?
(Bowling Alley Baby Shower? I might could make it.)
Kelli and Sherry, Clueless College Graduates, May 1991