On Christmas Day L rang me to say ‘Happy Christmas’, and added “I’m pregnant!” It was odd. She was the first one of my girlfriends that I am in regular contact with to get knocked up. She was due in August. It seemed like more than forever away. She told everyone quite early so we didn’t think she had a major disease because she felt so ill. I waited the full three months before I told her about PartyPie and enjoyed illicitly pumping her for information during that time. She is a fantastic researcher and is my conspirator in the exhaustive pursuit of a bargain.
How is it possibly AUGUST already!?? We went shopping last week, and I could barely look at L side on in fear of the whale I am going to become. Her baby – a girl – was due on Saturday. I knew in my heart that L could never possibly have a baby that arrived on time. It would just not be right – she is chronically late. Last night I got the text – she was on her way into Masada. OMG. I have spent the next however many hours poised to… to I don’t know what! This morning I got an update – still no arrival.
I was just out striding around the paddock. It has been the most sublime weather that we’ve had for weeks and weeks. I had my phone with me. A text came through at about 5pm: Chloe Rose – born at 3.58pm – 8.9 pounds – 49.5cm long. CONGRATULATIONS L & D – you are champions! Now I’m going to study you all like lab rats for the next six months!! Can’t wait to visit bearing sushi and brie!