Screaming About Babies

• I have friends now! Real live Australian people! And they're names aren't Rupert or the Bob!

• When one of these said friends invites you to her house for 'book club', saying that everyone will basically just be "screaming about babies" all night, you have the following thoughts:
• There was no book actually included in the description. I like this book club.
• Huh? Oh wait, new friend is a baby doctor so they'll probably be talking about their patients.

• Then you arrive and 4 out of the 9 women are actually pregnant.

• At first it's fun and precious and googoo gaga but then they all start talking about peeing themselves at work and how many times one can physically have a cesarean and you mentally put off children for an additional 3-4 years. (Teaching had already postponed it for a solid 5).

• When everything ends with rehashing crazy stories from university days, you start missing your own people and your own stories. And you get a little sad.

• But then you realize that you've finally made some friends and some friends are better than no friends. Maybe one day I'll even have pictures with these friends. A girl can dream!