Nat's knocked up and I'm knocked out as baby makes glee
IT WAS a ridiculous tear explosion. Massive and totally unexpected. I've just returned from two weeks' away (cue post-holiday depression).
I spent the last half on the Sunshine Coast with my best mate, Nat. Last Saturday was her baby shower.
Natty's seven months into her pregnancy. Last I saw her, she'd only just found out she was expecting.
And, jeez, the lady's preggers! I was blown away.
Her gut sticks out a mile and we kept teasing her that she's growing one huge child, which is going to hurt like heck to pop out.
Nat's sister-in-law, Stephy, was appointed games master at the baby shower. Since she's a little shy, and I'm anything but, I was to be her loudspeaker.
Absolutely no worries, I thought. I've got this. Explain baby bingo, give away a few prizes. Sweet.
I had no idea a tear explosion was on its way.
Let me explain the term quickly. It's that type of crying that literally explodes from you. It generally gushes out of nowhere.
So, when all the guests had arrived I popped up to explain the games. I thanked everyone for coming and launched into a little speech.
And that's when it hit.
I was trying to tell the crowd how wonderful it was to see Nat so happy. That I was so pleased that she'd met her fiancé, Ryan, and they were creating this little family.
But I was so choked up I could hardly get the words out.
Nat told me afterwards that she jammed a piece of watermelon in her mouth to keep from crying.
That's my bestie. When in doubt shove some food in your gob.
We're a perfect match. But I've never been so happy to share her with someone else.