There’s such a relief when meeting up with old friends. There’s no pretenses; they’ve probably already seen you being a brat back in high school. You don’t have to get to know each other; just catch up from the last time. It really is relieving. What is slightly less relieving is that most of my high school friends are either a) married, b) have a child, c) have several children, d) is pregnant or e) all of the above. Most of my friends fall into the category of e) all of the above. (As a result of this, I have started a non-prego club. I have 6 members so far!)
Though I am so excited to start a family and cannot wait to have children (and lots of them), I get more of a kick out of getting Kevin worked up about. Every time I start talking about it, it makes him nervous like I’m going to somehow coerce him into having babies before we’re ready. In the end of the day, I remind Kevin that I’m not ready either, but I just like getting him riled up about it. I’m a very loving girlfriend in that way. Hah.
When Kevin found out that 2 out of 3 of the girls from high school I was getting together with last night were pregnant (one with her first; one with her third and fourth, twins) and that the other one has a 15-month old girl, he was nervous all over again. This time thinking that my girlfriends would coerce me into having babies before I’m ready! It turned out to be quite the opposite.
Though we did talk about babies all night, there was also a lot of talk about birthing. Birthing is not a part of babies that I would like to talk about or hear about. Mostly, anything involving blood grosses me out so in no way, shape, or form, does a bloody baby make me feel soft and lovey. When Kevin texted me to make sure that there was no baby talk, I told him that’s all we had talked about, but it turned out differently than I thought. I determined again that I’m not ready to have a child. Maybe in a few years I will be, but I’m just not ready for that whole labor and delivery thing. Let’s not even mention being responsible for a helpless little life.
For now, I remain President of the Non-Prego Club.
On the other hand, my sister is a hero. She just had her third child on Saturday. His name is Gavin Reid and he is simply darling! I love him already and I’ve yet to meet him. 
Unfortunately, the first time I will meet him is in two and a half months at the wedding, but regardless, he is so precious. I want to squeeze him and shower him with little baby kisses. She called me with the announcement while I was at a wedding reception so I snuck into the coat closet to hear her. I had just heard from mom about 2 hours before that she went to the hospital so I was shocked to hear that it was already over with! I tried to tell her that there hadn’t even been enough time for pain. She quickly corrected me. And what do I know anyway…except that it will be awhile until I’m the one in the hospital bed.
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