friends becoming mums

I think I am finally clucky. Well clucky for friends babies at least! There was a time there when I admittedly somewhat began to selfishly mourn the loss of a friend when they announced they were pregnant. With the surprise and excitement from receiving the text message that 'a little insert name will be arriving around Christmas / Easter / July!!!' came a little tinge of 'another (party / festival / hit the dancefloor / all round fun friend) bites the dust', and a little part inside of me let out a sigh.


The exception being my first girlfriend to announce she was having a baby. In a fight to still be 'amongst it' her and her beloved would leave their little daughter at her parents place and they would embark on mad adventures to Meredith, the races, to be the last people standing at birthday parties / engagements / weddings etc. She was still one of us although her recovery from a big night was less cruisy given that she had a responsibility to be 'on' whilst the rest of us were cringing in bed / watching movies from the couch. Respect. 2 more little girls added to the mix, and her situation has changed, however she did recently organise a birthday party for her oldest less than a week out from giving birth to her youngest.


Not to forget another good friend of ours of recent years, the partner of a best mate of my man's who has been living in Perth. Said friend has just given birth to their second little boy - and within days, they were out and about on their first adventure. Throughout the first 2 years of life of their first-born, they were at every party, every dinner, with their little boy in tow or not. In the couple of years of almost every month back to back weddings, they were on the dancefloor and partying into the night and next day at each one. Babysitter - sometimes. Bringing the young one along and putting him to bed close to the action - frequently.


Catching up with my girlfriend Jess and her little boy yesterday for the first time in two months since we visited them in hospital was wonderful. Admittedly tired from an unusually tough day of crying all day the day before - all you can see is the love for her little boy written in her face. She is a wonderful mum, and one that will bring the rest of us girls up when we are having rough days with our own babies down the track. Often the life of the party, always out still stumps, everyone's best-friend, and so supportive of her partner (and his mates who do everything in their power to get take him to the next level where he forgets where he is and who he is) - this little boy is so lucky to have the parents that he has. And her parting comment - please make sure everyone remembers to invite us to things!!


So massive respect to all the wonderful women out there doing it tough raising their babies whilst maintaining a life - it must not be an easy feat, and I hope I can do it as well one day. 


Seeing Jess with her new little boy goes that selfish thought of 'a friend lost' to bring on the babies friends!!