Lisa unloaded the grocery bags onto my kitchen table before looking at me like I was nuts. “Oh, really? ‘Cause what the hell is Dutchie bonjovi coza?”
I followed her into the kitchen, correcting her pronunciation, “ Dolce giovani cosa . It means ‘sweet young thing’. He says it to all the girls that walk by. He’s not a perv, I promise.” I dove into the grocery bags as I asked, “But more importantly, why the hell are you here so damned early?”
“Uh, more importantly, what the hell are you wearing ?” she shot back.
I looked down at my Mr. Bubble T-shirt and rainbow-striped stretch pants. Guessed I wasn’t looking too haute couture with my sleeping garb. “It’s not like I was expecting visitors,” I defended.
“Obviously.”
That made us both laugh as she started unpacking along with me. “Sorry for coming so early, but I couldn’t sleep. I knew you had nothing else on your schedule except for our lunch today, so I figured we could do breakfast instead.”
“Gee. Thanks. I just love a weekend wakeup call, you wacko.”
“Sounds wike you have a wisp.”
I rolled my eyes as I pulled out a carton of eggs, some bread, OJ... when I got to the bottle of champagne, I held it up and asked, “Oooh. But you brought stuff for mimosas? I may have to forgive you.”
Lisa was unpacking her bag, and dug around to pull out a second bottle. Jeez. I was barely even awake and yet there I was, staring down the distinct possibility that I’d be drunk before noon on a Sunday. Sister Jean would be so disappointed.
She held it up and pointed to the label, informing me, “Yeah, for you , maybe. This one’s sparkling cider. I can’t drink the champagne.”
I started to say, “Oh, real nice, Lis. What- you want me to be the only lush this morning? You love champagne. Since when can’t you-”
Her lips curled into an irrepressible grin as I was speaking and holy shit oh my God there was no way Lisa was telling me what I thought she was trying to tell me.
I looked at her face—she was trying so hard not to bust out of her skin—and I realized it was the truth.
“NO! Lisa! You’re pregnant ?!”
“Yep. Preggers. Knocked up. Bun in the oven.”
“Lisa!” Holy shit. “Oh my God! I- I don’t even know what to say!”
I came around the table and threw my arms around her, my pregnant best friend. This was unfreakingbelievable. “A baby! Oh my God. I’m so happy for you!” It was unfathomable.
I was hugging her so tight, trying to get my brain to register this monumental news. My best friend was going to be a mother .
We broke our embrace, and I swiped an unexpected tear from my eye. “Oh my God, Lis. Congratulations. Holy crap. How long have you known?”
She tried to contain her sniffles, too, announcing, “I just found out this morning. Took a test and the damned stick turned pink on me! I don’t even know why I took it, I’m not even late yet. I just had the thing lying around from a scare a few months ago. I’d gone out and bought like twenty of them.”
“You never told me about that!”
“Yeah, well, it was a shock, let me tell you. I was so panicked at the thought of being knocked up, but then I took the test and it showed up negative. It was weird, because instead of being relieved, I felt… disappointed . Pick, too. We didn’t realize that we were ready for this until then. We started trying after that.”
“Trying?” I asked. That sounded so grown-up to me. “Yeesh. It’s like you spend your whole life trying not to get preggers, it must have been strange to actually want to get knocked up. What did Pick say?”
“Oh, I woke the poor guy up at five this morning. I came running out of the bathroom wielding the pee stick, just shrieking at him. He jumped up, grabbing for his golf club under the bed before he realized I wasn’t being
I followed her into the kitchen, correcting her pronunciation, “ Dolce giovani cosa . It means ‘sweet young thing’. He says it to all the girls that walk by. He’s not a perv, I promise.” I dove into the grocery bags as I asked, “But more importantly, why the hell are you here so damned early?”
“Uh, more importantly, what the hell are you wearing ?” she shot back.
I looked down at my Mr. Bubble T-shirt and rainbow-striped stretch pants. Guessed I wasn’t looking too haute couture with my sleeping garb. “It’s not like I was expecting visitors,” I defended.
“Obviously.”
That made us both laugh as she started unpacking along with me. “Sorry for coming so early, but I couldn’t sleep. I knew you had nothing else on your schedule except for our lunch today, so I figured we could do breakfast instead.”
“Gee. Thanks. I just love a weekend wakeup call, you wacko.”
“Sounds wike you have a wisp.”
I rolled my eyes as I pulled out a carton of eggs, some bread, OJ... when I got to the bottle of champagne, I held it up and asked, “Oooh. But you brought stuff for mimosas? I may have to forgive you.”
Lisa was unpacking her bag, and dug around to pull out a second bottle. Jeez. I was barely even awake and yet there I was, staring down the distinct possibility that I’d be drunk before noon on a Sunday. Sister Jean would be so disappointed.
She held it up and pointed to the label, informing me, “Yeah, for you , maybe. This one’s sparkling cider. I can’t drink the champagne.”
I started to say, “Oh, real nice, Lis. What- you want me to be the only lush this morning? You love champagne. Since when can’t you-”
Her lips curled into an irrepressible grin as I was speaking and holy shit oh my God there was no way Lisa was telling me what I thought she was trying to tell me.
I looked at her face—she was trying so hard not to bust out of her skin—and I realized it was the truth.
“NO! Lisa! You’re pregnant ?!”
“Yep. Preggers. Knocked up. Bun in the oven.”
“Lisa!” Holy shit. “Oh my God! I- I don’t even know what to say!”
I came around the table and threw my arms around her, my pregnant best friend. This was unfreakingbelievable. “A baby! Oh my God. I’m so happy for you!” It was unfathomable.
I was hugging her so tight, trying to get my brain to register this monumental news. My best friend was going to be a mother .
We broke our embrace, and I swiped an unexpected tear from my eye. “Oh my God, Lis. Congratulations. Holy crap. How long have you known?”
She tried to contain her sniffles, too, announcing, “I just found out this morning. Took a test and the damned stick turned pink on me! I don’t even know why I took it, I’m not even late yet. I just had the thing lying around from a scare a few months ago. I’d gone out and bought like twenty of them.”
“You never told me about that!”
“Yeah, well, it was a shock, let me tell you. I was so panicked at the thought of being knocked up, but then I took the test and it showed up negative. It was weird, because instead of being relieved, I felt… disappointed . Pick, too. We didn’t realize that we were ready for this until then. We started trying after that.”
“Trying?” I asked. That sounded so grown-up to me. “Yeesh. It’s like you spend your whole life trying not to get preggers, it must have been strange to actually want to get knocked up. What did Pick say?”
“Oh, I woke the poor guy up at five this morning. I came running out of the bathroom wielding the pee stick, just shrieking at him. He jumped up, grabbing for his golf club under the bed before he realized I wasn’t being
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