a good feeling

No, I don’t have “a good feeling” about Take Two (I hope I don’t call the next baby Take Two, as I called Wyatt The Creature—I fear it is sticking though. It’s kind of cute, but in a sick way). I don’t think I would be brave enough to share that with you even if I did, so there. I have a good feeling called elation for my friend who just told me in secret that she is pregnant. Yippeee! Luckily, as I already mentioned, I am one of the world’s greatest secret keepers. Literally. I can’t even tell you some of the secrets I have kept because even if they are now known to the people who weren’t, at the time, allowed to know, I wouldn’t be good at keeping the secret of me keeping the secrets in the first place and that would not fly.

Now, I don’t want to share my friend’s secret with you, hence you will never hear her name, address, Twitter account or whatever cool things kids use for ID these days, but I do want to share that I was able to be happy—no ecstatic—for her. I got all jittery and hyper like Hubby on Christmas morning. This is a big deal for me because I really feared that my friends would all start getting pregnant and I would flip out from jealousy. I was supposed to have a baby first, you know? Be the expert on colic and cloth diapers and surviving on no sleep and all that stuff. My plans changed…but that doesn’t mean anyone else’s did, and that’s a hard pill to swallow (like my stupid B-complex ones that don’t have a coating and are HUGE). So anyway, my point is not to share dear friends’ secrets, even though I did, it is that I made it past a big hurdle and it felt like stepping over a staple instead of a steeplechase jump. Yay me!