Bittersweet...

My friend Tiffany, you know, my friend with the idiot husband, told me about 2 weeks ago that she is pregnant.

I've been sitting and thinking on this since then. I've come to the conclusion that all I can do is be happy for her. She wants a child so bad and has been trying to get pregnant for some time now. I am glad, for her, that she has finally become pregnant. It is all I can do. I know that she will be an amazing mother and even if he doesn't play a large role in the child's upbringing, the child will know that her mother loved her.

Im praying its a girl, by the way. For Tiffany's sake. If it is a boy-oh, good Lord-she will be out numbered and the world does not need a jon jr running around.

I am going to help her paint and put together her nursery once she finds out what she is having. I am throwing her a "friend's" baby shower and started a baby blanket for her. I am being the best friend that I am supposed to be, and praying that he straightens up once the baby arrives.

Our relationship has gotten better since my last blog about her. I called her and we talked things out. We aren't as close as we were before, but we are working on that. I am having the girls over for a brunch on sunday...I will be making a recipe out of my Top Chef cookbook and I am uber excited. I haven't seen my girls in forever and I miss them. Hoping we can start doing a bruch every sunday and then scrapbooking until we are exhausted.

I didn't think I would be as ok as I am with this pregnancy thing, but then I stepped back and looked at the fact that it isn't my choice. It isn't my life. And I know that this has made her the happiest woman in the world-therefore, I am happy too. We can't create perfect situations for the one's we love, but only help them to make the situations as perfect as they can be based on what they have to work with. If anything, she will have a kickass auntie!