Wednesday, September 01, 2004


B.F. is pregnant.

Six weeks. Just learned today.

She's terribly sick -- she sounds truly horrible. She hasn't been able to keep anything down for 48 hours.

She's going to make a terrific mom. And B.F.'s husband is going to make a terrific dad.

And right now, I am a mess of emotion. Some genuine happiness for them, concern for the intensity of her morning sickness, but mostly --- as ashamed as I am to admit it -- a lot of bad tangly feelings for me.

Did they get my baby? I realize it is the stupidest question in the world, I truly do. But it's in my head anyway.