I knew the day would come when my married friends would begin to force me into the reality that being 26 is certainly an appropriate age at which to get pregnant on purpose. That day was today.
I’ve had a couple friends have babies, but since I went to their weddings, for whatever reason (likely a combo of distance and completely different priorities) we’ve lost touch. So, to have this friend with whom I’ve stayed close break the news, she’s unknowingly forced me to begin to learn the ways of baby showers and appropriate questions to ask one who is pregnant.
After some basic phone chatter, I asked her, ‘So how’ve you been?’, to which she responded, ‘Well, now that the morning sickness is over, I’m great!’ And that’s how she broke the news. My natural response: ‘Is that a joke or does that mean you’re pregnant?’. Being a non-baby person, even though I now have a 5 month old niece, I have no idea how to ooh and aah about them. So, I did my best to ask about nursery colors, the sex of the baby, her reaction, if it was planned… I guess that was skimming the line of ‘appropriate’, but hey, I was a bridesmaid in her wedding and I think that’s fair game. That and the fact that for the 26 years leading up to now, everyone tries to prevent pregnancy so it’s quite a mental shift to understand that it was planned. Better yet, I told her that by the time I have a child (if I do), hers will be old enough to babysit mine.
Just when I thought I was getting the hang of wedding protocol and etiquette, it’s time to learn about the babies! Guess I should start getting the scoop about baby clothes sizes and what the hot new items are for newborns. And while I’m researching, maybe I’ll come across some sort of non-profit for young professionals trying to afford all of the above.