moving fat
Kid and I were out walking this morning when we ran into our upstairs neighbor friend, who was taking his own two pugs for their morning constitutional. After we (and the dogs) exchanged the usual morning pleasantries, we somehow got onto the topic of M and his girlfriend finding out just two days ago they are expecting their first child in four months. Which means she was five months along before she suspected a thing.
"She thought she was just getting fat," M said. "Until one day the fat moved."
I shrieked "Congratulations!" and let K give M a big slobbery kiss, and was in general thrilled until I realized that the bearer of the news was not exactly turning cartwheels.
"It was ... unexpected," he said. "We're not exactly ready."
Oh.
A sampling of the things went through my mind, all unfit to say aloud: "I'm sorry." (Horrible!) "Well, you better get ready." (Unnecesary.) "Is there anything we can do to help?" (Like what?) "Are you okay?" (And what am I gonna do if he says no?) "Congratulations anyway!" (Stupid.)
Here's a pic of the mixed crew, enjoying the Thursday afternoon waves.
See everyone bright and early Saturday morning!
1 comment:
recently i've found a good way about finding out that someone's pregnant. it goes a little something like this (feel free to ad lib some of the stuff)
"so-and-so is pregnant"
"yay?!?"
go from there. i know, it sounds like a kid but it works for me.
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