I feel like a liar. I feel deceitful. I had a birthday last week that makes my blog title no longer true. However, I don’ t think calling my blog, “Halfway to 50… and then some,” sounds as catchy. On Tuesday I entered Club 26 (ooo now that has a ring to it!) I rang it in with my hubbie, a bottle of wine, a vodka shot, and a few unexpected surprises…. let me explain.
The weekend before my birthday the hubbie and I went to dinner downtown. You know, one of those places with dim lights, long narrow menus, and tiny tables. The waiter came over and poured my husband a small glass of wine. I raised an eyebrow at the smidge of wine standing in his glass and anxiously waited for him to fill up my glass when I noticed something great happen. My husband picked up his wine glass, swirled it around, smelled it, and took a sip. He nodded to the waiter who proceeded to pour him a full glass and then fill up mine as well. Oooo classy! I smirked at my husband who so gracefully handled a situation that made me giggle. Turns out his fancy job puts him in situations like this all the time so he knew exactly how to handle it. That’s my oh so grown up man! We wrapped up dinner and walked, well my husband walked and I stumbled, back to the car. We hit 2 Redbox machines up on the way home (both were out of order) so we gave up.
Tuesday night we went out to dinner again with another couple because, well, I’m not about to cook on my birthday. We ordered a round of shots, which my girlfriend declined. The waitress came back with a regular glass, not a shot glass, full of vodka for each of us. “Sorry,” she said with a shrug, “we don’t have shot glasses.” Gulp by gulp I took about the equivalent of 3 shots and continued with my dinner. Hey, like 50 Cent says, party like it’s your birthday! That’s when my girlfriend dropped the news on me. “We’re expecting,” she said. Surprisingly my eyes began to well up with tears. I’m not a super emotional girl so this was big. I pushed my husband out of the booth, forced her husband out as well, and hugged her. On the way home I tried to picture her with a baby. “Well, another one bites the dust,” I said to hubbie. “One more couple we can’t call to meet at the bar on a Saturday night.” Now don’t get me wrong, I’m so excited for them! I love kids (I am a teacher after all; it’s not for the money) and I hope to have my own someday, but it’s getting tough to maintain couple friends without kids. We’re holding tight to the ones we’ve got. When the topic of babies comes up with them, I often try to make it sound like we’re discussing purchasing a snake.
Childless couple friend: When are you two thinking about having kids?
Me: Psh… (gulping a drink) Not for a while.
Childless couple friend: Really?
Me: Yes (taking another drink) I still have so many things I want to do.
Childless couple friend: Like what?
Me: Oh you know, travel, finish school… drink in a bar without paying $50 for a sitter.
Childless couple friend: Yeah… me too.
Haha! Someday I’m going to laugh at my obnoxious self-centered thinking. But until then, I’m going to sleep in, write papers until the wee hours of the night, change my plans at the last minute, and plan elaborate vacations. Please don’t judge me. Recognize that I just celebrated another birthday, receive news about friends being pregnant almost daily (thanks Facebook), and simply put, am just not ready. Here’s to all the childless couples out there who are sitting around reading blogs on a Sunday night because there’s nothing else to do!