London mood: cloudy, noisy, too crazy

My good Kiwi friend EJ has just put a note out on Facebook to say she is pregnant. :))

It stirred a whirlwind of emotions in me and after reading the note the following things went through my Bridget Jonesian mind in just 5 minutes:

1) burst into tears because I was so happy for her 2) imagined a little freckled kiwi baby and I adored it 3) sent a note to hubby Andy to say I loved him for getting EJ pregnant and e-mailed EJ to say I loved her anyway 4) started to agonise over my single-girl status that's a light year away from having a stable relationship let alone a family 5) started to agonise over the fact that I feel light years away even from a summer fling, forget the stable relationship 6) went through the "i effed up my life big time" record over and over again 7) swept the bad feelings under the dirty carpet of my emotional junk room 8) felt the need to give the biggest hug to EJ and tell her she is going to make a wonderful Mum.

I am not exaggerating. This is the kind of tragic heroine I've transformed into lately. And it takes such a hell of an effort to not turn even the happiest news into my own personal dramas. I'm glad EJ doesn't read this blog. All I want her to know is that the arrival of her baby is the best thing in the world.