I have to tell you all something, something I’ve decided this year: having pregnant friends is just plain weird. We’re supposed to be late-20/early-30 somethings having the time of our lives – partying late (but not too late, because that can get trashy), hanging together on the weekends (but also spending a little time with the spouses), playing Rock Band during Thanksgiving, and doing one of my personal favorite things – vacationing to quiet islands, wine country, and Europe. When kids get in the mix, a lot of those things, I’m guessing, fall by the wayside. I’d go into vacation withdrawal, and that probably wouldn’t be pretty. But I realize here, that we are in fact the weird ones. But I’ve also learned that we’re all different, and while it will never not be weird to see a friend pregnant, or to hold their teeny tiny cute-as-pie baby (yes,...
