It's the dawn of a new era. I have a pregnant friend.
I have plenty of wonderful cousins and relatives who have adorable babies. But this will be my first real, my-age friend who is pregnant.
I am so unbelievably excited for her, and I am going to ask her every personal detail I can think of for my future experiences. But I am glad it's her, not me. At least for now.
I know that I know that I am not ready to have a baby for several "little reasons":
*I'm basically like a half-adult.
*The thought of not having an ice cold beer after work on a Friday makes me cringe.
*I don't even work on Fridays.
*I'm married, but haven't been for very long.
*I have a job, but I only work 3 days a week (best thing EVER, by the way).
*I live in a nice house. I live with my parents.
*I pay my credit card bill, but all the charges are from bars, hotel rooms from wedding weekends, or Jersey Mikes.
*Babies love me, but I think it's more because we are thinking the same thing than that I'm maternal.
I can't wait to have a baby in a few years, but I hope it hits me when I'm ready. Right now I am still wishing I was 22, just graduating from college, on the cusp of fresh awesome memories and zero responibilities, the tailend of my metabolism, and the ability to stay up past midnight drinking without wanting to die in the morning.
Baby, if you're out there. Sit tight. It's going to be a while.
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