Both times I’ve been pregnant, my friend Kris has been pregnant too. Like I posted earlier — we even had a co-baby sprinkle this time to celebrate. Last time I was six weeks farther along than her in my pregnancy, and this time, she’s six weeks ahead of me.
We honestly didn’t plan it to be this way. It’s not like we were comparing fertility schedules. Um, wait, actually, we did do that. But whatever, it’s not like we ever actually said — “Let’s get knocked up at the same time.” Somehow, it just magically happened to work out. And I’m so glad it did. I can’t imagine going through this pregnancy (or the last one) and not being able to call Kris at 7am every morning and utter the words, “I’m so tired I want to hurt someone” or texting her stuff like, “My boobs are the size of elephant balls.”
As her delivery date draws near (any day now is fair game!), it’s dawning on me that pretty soon, I’ll soon be the only pregnant one. Which is bittersweet. Though I’m SO excited to meet her new little bundle, it’ll be kind of sad going the last six weeks as a solo prego. Oh well, I’m sure in a few years, we’ll be doing this all over again!