My best friend, Red, found out she was pregnant on New Year's Eve. She had only been dating the dad for a couple of months and it's quite the understatement to say this news came as a bit of a shock. Thankfully, if anyone on the planet can do this, it's Red. She's smart, she's successful, she's thoughtful and nurturing. She's got this. Totally.
We had dinner tonight so she could show off the latest sonogram picture. "Huggy Baby" as I now refer to him is 10 weeks along and adorable (he looks like he's reaching for a hug in the photo).
At the end of dinner, Red began digging through her purse for her vitamins.
She couldn't find them.
"Oh my God, where are they?? (Dig, dig) Seriously, how do I think I'm going to raise a child if I can't even find VITAMINS in a PURSE?! (tears begin) I mean, I'm likely to leave the baby in the car...or...or...(more tears)"
Me, fascinated: "Oh..my..God...is this, like, one of those hormonal moments pregnant women go through?"
Red: [Look-from-hell that signifies I may have overstepped my bounds just a teensy itty bit.]
Me: [Giggles that quickly escalate to uproariously insensitive fits of laughter.]
Red: [Brow furrows, my time is drawing quickly to a close- death is emanate.]
Me: [Body-quaking laughter that leads to tears streaming down my own face.]
Red: "Oh, I bet you are a fucking HOOT at a funeral."
Love, love, love that Red...and her huggy little baby too.
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