The Party's Over

Monday night I was at Walmart when S called me.

There was lots of people around, plus I was on my headset so I couldn't hear every single word that she was saying. But instead of saying, "Huh?" every few seconds I was just doing that thing where you say "uh-huh" every once in a while to acknowledge the other party is talking, only half-listening to what they're saying.

I was in the milk section when I heard, "blah, blah, blah, keeping it."

Me	Uh-h... wait. What did you say?
S	[garbled] [static] [talking too softly]
Me	Keeping what?
S	That thing I have in my stomach!
Me	You're keeping the baby?!
S	Yeah.
Me	When did you decide this?
S	DS and I talked about it today.
Me	I thought DS didn't want to keep it either.
S	Well, he just didn't want his dad to be around it. Now that we're moving in with his mom it'll be ok.
Me	Oh, S. Please don't do this. You know you don't want to keep it.
S	(crickets...)

I fucking KNEW this was going to happen!

Apparently DS has some relative who's "rich" and every question I asked was answered with this rich aunt he has.

Yeah, she's ready to have a baby like I'm ready to be in a swimsuit competition. She can't even SAY baby!

That THING I have in my stomach

Seriously!!!

So I'm wandering dazed through the isles and my phone calls C. (It has a mind of its own sometimes.) I had my headset on and all of a sudden I heard the dingle in my ear. I answered it, surprised.

C	You sound funny.
Me	I'm just surprised. My phone called you, I didn't.
C	Well it would have been nice if you had called me.
Me	Sorry. I'm still in shock.
C	Why?
Me	S is keeping the baby.

C was not happy about the news. I related the conversation I'd had with S to her. She asked a lot of rhetorical questions. Then she ended with, "Well, I'm going to go yell at her... unless you forbid me."

She's so funny.

Both C and CR yelled at her. Not that it did any good.

The bad thing is that I found this news out at Walmart. Before I knew it my cart was filled with Oreos, Little Debbies and icecream.

Later, I remembered the few minutes of guilty pleasure I'd allowed myself when I was looking at cribs online. I guess my suit of detachment-armor wasn't so strong afterall.

Dammitdammitdammit.