Another night, another pregno announcement.
Do I care that they weren't even together when we got hitched?
To be honest, not really.
I don't know if it is the booze-anaesthetic or I'm use to it, or what. But I felt almost nothing when she told me. It is totally the whole house buying conversation. Yes, I want a bigger place with a garden but I don't think just because she got the house I can't still have mine. She doesn't by the way, she has a one bed roomed place, but that isn't the point.
It is an analogy.
And I was pretty fucking fabulous this evening though despite everything. I am considering hiring myself out for anecdote potential alone.
In addition to the pregnancy annoucement I was also, by an unrelated couple, invited to a wedding next year. They are being thoroughly modern about their nuptials. They'll carry on living in their respective towns, living several hours apart until, in their words, "I have a baby".
I will have to slit my wrists if the happy couple give birth before I do.
Considering they are both men.
(Sigh. Watch this space. The race is on).