A friend emailed me that she won't be at our mutual friend's wedding at the end of September because she will be six months pregnant. I wouldn't know anything about being six months pregnant, but I guess you can't fly? She wanted me to find out from her. I appreciated that. Getting blindsided by a Facebook post or at the wedding is way worse. I am so grateful for the heads up.
I got the email walking into a boot camp. Thank god it was bootcamp and not yoga. I was actually crying, but nobody could tell because it was so sweaty and punchy and hard. I didn't do my best at bootcamp, but I'm not in top form anyway, and I was crying. In yoga, I would have thought about it the whole time, way worse. In bootcamp, you just cry and punch.
And then on the way home, I was just crying in the car. It's not that I'm angry for her. These thoughts actually have nothing to do with her. They're about me. And everyone else passing me by. These feelings are all about me. The email that popped into my head as a response was: "Well, we're zero for four now, so that's a fun development since we last talked. The last one had a heartbeat. Maybe yours will have better luck!"
I'll have to wait a day to respond. Blah blah good luck. Blah blah great mother. Blah blah so happy for you. I need to just write this email once so I can send an autoreply.