An exciting thing

Each day this week I have opened up this little New Post screen and left it open all day, coming back to it every now and then, watching the little cursor flash accusingly at me, the page white and blank. Like my mind. Well, I guess my mind's not quite as white but, oh boy, is it blank. I just couldn't think of anything interesting to write. Which is silly, because there's plenty happening. I have now chained myself to my desk and am forcing myself to write. It is easier today, though, as something VERY exciting is imminent.

I had dinner on Tuesday. This, fact, admittedly, does not sound that interesting. It is, though, because I had dinner with my beloved varsity friends - H (she who has moved back from London) and D. Again, not an unusual occurrence, this happens often. The difference is that this dinner was insistently (by me and H) eaten two blocks down the road from D's house, and a couple more blocks down the road from the hospital. H referred to the dinner as The Last Supper.

The thing is this - D is 9 months pregnant with her second baby, and will be ensconced in nappies and bottles for a while, and unavailable for extended dinners.

We, of course, were panicking that possibly she'd go into labour on Tuesday evening, thus the proximity of restaurant choice. In fact, we discussed leaving her in the car whilst we ate dinner, just in case. Surprisingly, she objected to this idea.

We had a fabulous dinner filled with the usual chatter, H and I had a glass of wine or two, and D looked longingly at them while sipping on water, and then we dropped her safely at home, kissed the beautiful bump goodbye and told it we look forward to meeting it tomorrow.

You see, she's going in today, as I type in fact, to have the wee thing.

I told you it was exciting, didn't I?