The rash of pregnacnies amongst people I know takes a new turn…smack into the my really good friends/people my age demographic.
My heartiest congratulations to Ray and Elisa on their screaming-infant-to-be, they’re gonna be great parents (they’re already taking care of three dogs and two cats, how much more trouble can a baby be?).
But this is all really starting to freak the hell out of me. I cannot handle my friends having kids, mostly because it indicates a level of maturity that I don’t think I’ll reach for at least another ten years.
Good lord, we’re all growing up. When the fuck did this happen?!