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.