I am happy to announce that a good friend of mine is pregnant and is to have a baby boy at the beginning of the summer.
Having recently found out, to say I was shocked is an understatement. I poked her belly a few times before actually believing that my sweet friend was to be a mother. I was happy and sad at the same time. Why sad you might ask, well first let me add that it wasn't because I want a rugrat of my own oh know, I had other valid reasons to my slight sadness to the joyful news.
I have always taken comfort in the fact that although I have turned 30, my dear friends who also shared my age where as single and fancy free as myself. As selfish as this is going to sound, I felt less pressure. I looked at this way, if they can be single and fabulous exclamation mark (yes i stole that line from SATC) then I should also rejoice at also being 30 and single.
Now it seems that my my comfort was short lived as all my 30 someting buddies are leaving the single and fabulous island quicker than a drunk model downs a bottle of Moet at a fashion party. It has left me wondering whether my father is right when he states in a I-speak-the-truth-voice that no man wants a 30 year old when they can get a 22 year old!!! Harsh words from a father who seems to have a few more wrinkles as a result of worrying over why his daughter remains unmarried!!!
Last words- Mazel tov my good friend, you are going to be a wonderful mother as much as I will enjoy spoiling your baby with some cute Ralph Lauren garms.
LSGS


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