Les Mis with A and T, after a quite good but somewhat overpriced dinner at Supernormal. (I do love those lobster rolls. They are excellent. But $16 excellent? I'm not so sure. Also, the miso eggplant salad was meh.) But the beans were spilled to those two because the first thing they wanted to order was oysters, which I had to decline. Immediately suspicious. So then we talked about babies a lot, and A was sad again because he feels like he doesn't help us out as much as he thinks he should and jeez, fella, I am like 'do you even know how amazing it is that you even have that thought?' We are likely to be the only breeders in our friendship group, for reasons of gayness and medical incapabilityness and inexplicable singleness and even though maybe things were heading this way because we're all getting old and boring anyway, I am in awe of how seamlessly this crew has rearranged their entire social lives around our child. We go out for dinner at 6! We go to each others houses for lunch, or for evenings that begin at 5 and end (for us at least) at 8.30. They have embraced the kid with so much love and I am enormously grateful that he will have this motley band of exceptional uncles and aunties around him as he grows. That A could feel guilty because they haven't managed to have the kid sleep over yet makes me incredulously grateful at how much he wants to help. The kid is only 3! (And just wait, once we're knee-deep in newborn again, we'll be farming the first one out all over the place.)
So all the usual suspects know, and are suitably thrilled. The Boy's mum was très excited. My parents seemed somewhat subdued. Both mothers did say that the kid needs a sibling. Glad I can help them out with that.
We had lunch at S&R's on the weekend, with FJ&B & baby A, and would you believe it? We're three for three. I was telling S in the kitchen just as FJ walked in because I cannot keep a secret, and so then everybody's cats were out of the bag. FJ is 7 weeks and S is 12. S&R have been trying for a year, and were on the brink of heading down the path of medical assistance, so I am particularly thrilled for them. And for all of us! High school reunion mothers' group 2015! Yeah!
Also, you know how I feel ambivalent about my job? But can't leave because of the astounding maternity leave provisions? That quandary is nicely boxed away for the time being, but a couple of days before I peed on that stick, I applied for this.
Pregnant lady symptoms are as follows:
- I feel like someone has given me world championship level nipple cripples and then punched me in the tits. I do not remember this from last time!
- I had to wear two bras when I went for a run yesterday, just to eliminate all possibility of bouncing.
- Alas, nothing could be done about my arse. How can it wobble so much so soon?
- I am beginning to think that it will become apparent to casual observers much more quickly than with the kid. Chances of still fitting into my jeans at 6 months seem very slim indeed.
- I had a blood nose yesterday.
- I fell asleep on the floor at 8 o'clock last night.
- One piece of chocolate honeycomb on Saturday gave me the blood sugar shakes. See you in 35 weeks, sweet things!
I wrote most of this yesterday, and now I have come down with a full-blown snotfest of a cold, bonus sore throat included. And I have been a cranky-ass bitch. So much for my earth mama aura of calm.