Eek.
To top off the [I have no idea what adjective to insert here] news that my best guy friend had gotten engaged, I received a strange voicemail from the roommate this morning, saying “Mumble, mumble, pregnant, mumble, mumble, mumble, baby.” I listened to it three times, but couldn’t make out much more of the message since it was delivered in that whispery voice we all use when making personal calls from work.
I immediately freaked the fuck out. I was unsure of which unsavory scenario to fixate on—the roommate was pregnant, the roommate had somehow found out that S. was pregnant, the roommate somehow knew something that would indicate I was pregnant. There were quite a lot of possibilities.
I called the roommate’s office and asked, quite sharply, “Who’s pregnant?”
She named, in a voice better suited to chirpy girlish low-fat yogurt commercials, one of our random mutual acquaintances who a) is married and b) wants a baby.
“I’m so excited!” the roommate squealed. “Aren’t you excited?”
I hung up the phone experiencing, for the second time in a week, the sensation of being a lot older than I had pictured myself being at twenty-four. (Note: Barely! I am barely twenty-four.) I mean, it is quite a turning point to realize that the announcement of pregnancies among your peer group is not the automatic disaster it once was. Ugh.
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A friend of mine once said to me when I was pregnant with my first child "Once your baby is born, you are no longer a child". I didn't realise how true that statment was. I often think of that.
I know it ties in with your latest blog entry, I just don't know how. Still on my first cup of coffee.
I'm sorry to break this to you but you are on the cusp of being inundated with weddings and pregnancies. I'm 28 and it's been a growing trend among those I know to get married and/or pregnant for the past few years. And there's no reason to take the point of view that you are older than you feel. I just look at it as those people are in a hurry to get someplace that I have no need to be just yet...or maybe I just don't want to get old.
I know exactly what you mean. Last month 3 friends got engaged/married, separately, in the space of a week!
All they and their parents were asking me was when I planned to get married, that I was getting old (I'm 26), that I should get out of New York because it is too good for single people.
I have to listen to that almost every day in between icing my knees after a run, and pulling out the strand of white hair on my head, makes me feel real old.
I hate succesful friends!
I have 11 weddings to go to this summer (just learned about the last one this morning before I was even remotely ready for it) and I'm barely 23. Scary. And none of them know each other.
S is pregnant?
24? Why you're still a young girl! Cheer up! You're beautiful!!!
You're 24? Jeez. Now I feel old. You've ruined my day.
After you reach 29...you start getting invited to all the divorce parties, instead of showers, weddings, bachelorette parties, etc. Your friends that got married young and early and are no longer married will want to party like they were in their early 20's again.
I trade with you.
Where I grew up, if you haven't cranked out a child by 23 you are A) part of a small minority and B) most likely, able to formulate a sentence without the word "haint." As in, I "haint" cranking out no babies. No. Babies. Thank. You.
Last week, my mom suggested that I consider freezing my eggs, "just in case."
I'm 29.
Um, you are a moron if you are just realizing something like that....
"OOOooooh, 24 is so old."
"I'm such a grown up"
Get real.
Hi, I'm a journalist in Australia and I write blog reviews for an IT section of a major metropolitan newspaper. I was wondering if I could interview you via email. My email address is northamj@matp.newsltd.com.au,
hope to hear from you soon, cheers jeff.
Ugh. At least the people in your age group can actually support their pregnancies. The people in my age group get pregnant and then suddenly don't have a fucking clue what to do, and then go about ruining their lives when they're just started living their lives, really. And then, once they've ruined their lives and they're either living with their parents again, or living with their gangster used car salesmen boyfriends, they decide they want another child to ruin --
all at age 18.
It is a worry when everyone around you seems to be moving onto all that marriage and children bizzo, but you're still stuck in the happily dating and going out and partying regularly mode.
Hey CB! I've been reading your blog for awhile now and got many friends obsessed with it as well. I work for a magazine called Venus and we would love to feature you in the Sexy Section of our fall issue. We are convinced you should have a book deal and think our readers would love your blog.
Venus is a quarterly magazine devoted to covering women in music, the arts and d.i.y culture. It's distributed nationally and internationally, and is available at Borders, Barnes and Noble as well as indie book sellers.
If you can make time for an interview (anonymous if need be) that would be lovely. You can contact me at jensabella@comcast.net or my editor, Amy Schroeder at amy@venuszine.com
Thanks CB!
We used to call it the "two-four club" where I worked.
Enjoy it while you can. It actually will be a really good year for you.
Trust me.
First it's the Bar/Bat mitzvahs, then the sweet 16s, then graduation parties, 4 years later more graduation parties. Then bachelor/ette parties followed quickly by the weddings, the baby showers, the divorces, the 2nd marriages, and then the random funerals start...oh he was so young...Have I depressed you?
Oh and many of my tenants are like rachels' age group, a few years later. Have a peek if you've got time... http://cil-my-landlord.blogspot.com/
Think of it this way, once they all get married and then tied down with kids, you'll still be hanging out and having fun and they will be jealous of you.
Friend's engagement post garners two interview requests in blog comments... I think you're probably coming out ahead
Yeah, no kidding, ch. CB, let us know if these interview requests are for real! I'll actually quasi-know a famous person! ;) (I don't get out much, clearly.)
CB
Well you can party until you are the oldest unmarried bitch in the office/bar/city of NY or you can grow up and have a family or you can kill yourself.It doesn't matter. In one hundred years no one will remember. The question is...What do you want? Go for it.
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