So last night I was on the phone with a dear friend telling her how I passed my hurdle about never being pregnant and being fine with the family I have now, and perhaps we'd adopt another, blah blah blah.
Other line rings, I put friend on hold and click over. It is BM - we haven't heard from her in 4 months, haven't seen her in 6 months. Kaitlin is in the shower so I start chatting about the baby, letting her know all the good stuff going on.
She has news...ok, my stomach drops because I think she's changed her mind about the adoption. BOY WAS I WRONG
She is 8 mo pregnant. Seriously. OMG - WHAT??? But the good news (I say this sarcastically) she has been on a methadone program for 4. @*&$@)((@$*#*($&!*)%$(&!)*@!!! She is keeping the baby. No prenatal care yet - well unless you count the methadone clinic. She said methadone was the same as taking an Aspirin. Ok, I'm done.
Anyhoo...so, happy Thursday!