she's having a baby

no, not me!

her:



oh yeah, and that guy she's with is involved, too. hi timmer!

anyway.
the girl pictured above is b.g.
if you've been reading for a while, you will recognize her as my best friend.
she's been metioned here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and also here. and that's a lot.

b.g. probably knows me better than anyone else in the whole world. we lived together for a little over 5 years, and i swear she knows things about me that no one else has any idea about. and thank god for that!
she knows things about me that i wish i didn't even know about myself--you know, those really ugly parts of ourselves that we try to pretend don't exist? the insecurites and fears and angers that we try not to let motivate us? yeah, she totally knows when they're motivating me. i can't fool that girl for one second.

and she loves me anyway. and i love her, too--even though she could say all the same things about me.
i really think that's saying a lot, when someone knows those parts of you, and they don't run screaming from the room.

but, anyway.

b.g. is having a baby, which is pretty much the hugest thing which can ever happen to a person.*
tomorrow, she and baby-daddy will find out what flavor the baby will be.

afterwards, they are going to stop by and visit me at work, so she can tell me in person what flavor of baby they are having.

i'm going to surprise them by setting out these two boxes:



then, they can choose the appropriate box** (yes, we are overlooking stereotyping for this one) and open it. i will know if the baby is going to be a boy or a girl, and they will have their first pink or blue baby clothes.

i also have this little treat for them, which can be enjoyed by both boy and girl babies:



in fact, i think i enjoy it quite a bit myself. i hope i don't accidentally keep it.
that wouldn't be very nice.

anyhow, the point is, i'm so excited for tomorrow, i think i might pee my pants.
(but, you probably guessed that already).

oh, and here's a picture of me and b.g. and j-flo:



i'm the only non-pregnant person in that picture, and that kind-of makes me happy enough to pee my pants, too.
you can tell because i'm the only one holding a glass of champagne, even though this picture was taken on new year's eve. the crown, however, is completely unrelated to who may or may not be pregnant. i have the crown BECAUSE I RULE, and it really is as simple as that.

p.s.
you guys? you know how they say that pregnant women glow?
tell me that b.g. isn't glowing in both of those pictures. i mean, i've been looking at her for years, and i think she's never looked as vibrant. but, you guys? some of you have seen some drunk pictures of her (from before she was pregnant, thank you) on this blog before...but i think she's so glowing, that even a person who has never seen her before would notice. so, what do you guys think. is she, or is she not glowing?

*this isn't to say that one's life is destined to be empty and meaningless if one doesn't have children, i just think that the single act of having a child probably changes one's life in a bigger way than anything else could.

**umm, yeah. i like ribbon. a lot. it makes me very happy. last christmas, my mom broke her wrist and the night before christmas eve i spent about 6 hours wrapping presents--about ten or so gifts that i had for people, and about a million that she was giving away. it was the best. ribbon everywhere. fabulous.