The morning after complaining at my book club about how I pee 100 times per day as a pregnant woman, I went out on my front porch to find a pretty little package waiting for me on the stoop. When I opened it up, lovingly wrapped in pink tissue paper, were several pairs of Depends with a note from a girlfriend explaining how I should give ‘em a try for the tail end of my pregnancy. I laughed out loud. Then I thought: Wow. That’s what friends are for. Who else would deliver me adult diapers like some sort of Bladder Fairy Kris Kringle?
Moving to Delaware has been great. It’s like that little song my mom taught me as a kid, “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other is gold.” I miss my friends back in DC, however, I’ve still seen them a bunch and we talk daily. It’s the same thing for my girlfriends in other cities — yeah, I don’t see them as much as I want, but I still appreciate their randoms filthy text messages saying stuff like, “Happy Mole Day, Beeotch!” Out of sight is definitely not out of mind and it just makes getting together with them all the better.
Even for my friend, Katie, that is no longer here, I am still grateful. Maybe it’s my crazy pregnancy psyche that won’t turn off, but she’s been coming to visit me so much in my dreams that it makes me wonder if she’s really just circling around me in another dimension, close enough to enter my mind but invisible to my eye.
I am so grateful for all these wonderful, hysterical girlfriends — those I’ve known since birth and those I’ve known for two months.