Yesterday evening we drove down to south Georgia to meet my friend Chickadee
and her husband, she’s the one I posted about who got a HUGE surprise about 18 weeks ago, when she found out she was pregnant. She’s 6 weeks or so behind me, and it was so much fun to see her last night, and talk about pregnancy.
We talked, and talked, and the poor server had to come back three times before we ordered. And then we talked and talked some more. At one point she looked at her husband and said “You’re not saying much.” He grinned and said, “The two of you aren’t giving us men much of a chance.” And he was right of course. Although, when she was complaining about having gained “so much weight” already at 22 weeks and I was listing all the things that come into pregnancy weight and I included “amniotic fluid” her husband sat back and said “La la la.” I guess that’s not exactly table talk, is it?
And we talked about family, and we talked about the town where we both grew up, and she still lives and we talked about the church there, and we talked about fishing (because the men got a few words in eventually) and we talked about the fires in South Georgia and North Florida, and we talked about what it was like to be Canadians in the South, and all the things we loved about both cultures, and we talked . . . well you get the idea.
And then we took a great picture! But you’ll have to wait to see it, because it’s on HER camera, because my pregnancy brain made me forget mine. But the very second she sends it to me, I’ll post it. It is of her and me together, back to back, so you can see our pregnant bellies. I want to put it in my baby book with a picture of the two of us together in high school. I think it will be so cool.
Plus, she’s having a boy, so we’ve informed them that we’ll add his name to our list of potential husbands for our Pomegranate. 🙂 We’ll have to see what the Lord does.