Tuesday, August 7, 2012
My New Best Friend
So, there I was walking home from Subway (Yes, that would be two references to the sandwich shop. What? We just moved and until I can find my toothbrush I'm eating out.) Anyway, I was walking down the street, in a slight hunger daze, when this random woman stopped me and asked, "When are you due?" I answered, "About three weeks," and then she announced she was due in December. Okay, great, now let's move on so I can go eat my slightly mediocre sandwich. However, as I went to say, "Congrats..." and then "Good-bye," this lady proceeded to whip out her phone and said, "You must give me your number." I must? Why because we both have a fetus inside us? And yet, as she hammered on about the trials of being four months pregnant, while looking down at her cell phone, I caved and gave her my number. And then, as she started to dive into nannies, I said, "Um, do you want to know my name?" I mean, I thought it was the proper thing to do since, me and this nameless baby freak, were going to be besties and raise our children together come December. I know, I'm the crazy one. She then, without really taking a breath, said, "Oh yeah, my name is Kat...I just called your phone so that's me..." Again, I have not up to this point given her my name. Finally, as she was walking away, and telling me how walks with women and babies can be really good for your postpartum depression, I said, "It's Kate...my name is Kate."
I think I'm going to love the world of mothers...it doesn't seem crazy at all.