I am anxiously awaiting the birth of my friends baby. She’s due Saturday and she is just melting away in her apartment in Philadelphia. I’m waiting, she’s waiting, her husband’s waiting, everyone is just waiting…that’s what you do I guess.
Now, I’m not a kid person. I like babies enough, kids not so much. Everyone says it’s different when they are your own kids, but what if it’s not? That said, I am obsessive about this child.
I have very few friends with kids and she is the closest friend who will have one, so we’ll just see. We’re on the call list- so we’ll be among the first to know. I’ve even started bringing my phone *with me* when I leave the house and I started actually checking my messages instead of letting them pile up. The things I do.
So the big question is whether this will be an Oliver or a Rosemary?
We’ll just have to wait and see.