She was a people pleasing high achiever who played classical piano with perfect posture. I was less inclined to quietly impress, preferring a more in-your-face approach, I liked punk music.
We did the awkward teen years together, talking about boys and going on double dates. Having sleep overs at each others houses and convincing our parents to give us money for fuel.
Years and many, many stories had past when we found ourselves meeting for our regular coffee and banana bread date. There was always much to discuss - work (we were both teachers), life, our partners etc.
On this particular occasion I had some very important news to share with Jo. It must have been some time around August or early September. Dave and I had just spent some time in France and returned home with a little 'bun in the oven'.
I couldn't quite read Jo's expression when I told her but her open mouth and bulging eyes suggested shock.
Seconds later she confessed to being in the same position... you know... pregnant (we didn't talk kama sutra on this occasion).
We couldn't quite believe that this was happening - we were going to have a kid each... within a month of each other. We were not prepared.
But they came anyway.
After that, we had another kid each, again within a month of each other.
Each time, Jo has looked like a pubescent teen moments after birth. Whilst I struggle to shift the extra twenty kilos, Jo struggles to decide which pair of cut off denim shorts she should wear.
Pregnancy looks good on her too, so she's going for round three.
This will be the first time in four years that we won't be having babies almost simultaneously.
I'm thrilled at the thought of being able to cook her dinners and do her washing and hold that sweet little baby while she chooses which denim shorts suit her perky bum best.
So Jo - just this time, I was wondering....can we call this baby 'our' baby, since you're having one and i'm not?
It just seems 'right' to me.
today marks three years
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