All Things Woompty

I had lunch with a dear old friend yesterday, a friend I manage to see maybe once a year despite the fact that we now live about 20 minutes from each other (as opposed to the 70 minutes it used to be).  And in the course of talking to her, I asked if she had gotten on the kid train yet (she’s been working on her Ph.D for years now, which is her own fault for deciding to study Native American autistic children).  I just….had a feeling.  And sure enough, she’s pregnant! And she’s due in July!

Also due in July? My BFF, Laura.

And Jackie’s daughter-in-law.

But! Before the July Trifecta, there’s this:

Due in January: Coworker #1

Due in February: Bunco Friend

Due in March: Coworker #2 & Coworker #3

So as of today, I have seven good friends having babies before the end of the summer of 2010.  The thought of seven baby showers is making me feel very much like my darling (my friend’s daughter & my adopted niecelet who I adore) Niblet in this picture:

Because seriously! I don’t have enough time to knit blankets for all of them and don’t even get me started on how exhausting baby showers are to throw (I’ve thrown FOUR this year, I think I’ve done my duty).  (Okay, so out of the seven, I’m only going to be throwing one baby shower and that’s Laura’s because….well, she’s my Laura. Never mind the fact that she’s going to be LIVING IN MISSOURI by then.)

So this is me, whining over the fact that I will soon be surrounded by adorable babies who I will get to snuggle and spoil and play with and then hand back to their parents when they get fussy.

Okay, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing after all.  But I’m still not drinking the water.