There’s a gal from church that’s around my same age and at roughly the same point in life, but for whatever reason, we don’t cross paths very often and thus haven’t become good friends yet. But we were sitting by each other today so we started chatting. She asked me how I was feeling these days (she knew I had a rough first trimester) and then I asked her about her recent business trip to Brazil. She told me that the trip was okay, but she hadn’t been feeling very well recently so she was just glad to be back home. “You haven’t been feeling so well?” I followed up. “Yeah,” she replied, then lowered her voice. “I’m pregnant now too.”
The first words that came out of me were, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
I noticed the giant foot in my mouth and tried to recover with, “Um, I mean, congratulations! I’m so excited for you!” Luckily, she chuckled and said, “That’s fine. I haven’t been able to get excited yet myself because I’ve been feeling so icky.” Amen, sister, amen.
The first words that came out of me were, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
I noticed the giant foot in my mouth and tried to recover with, “Um, I mean, congratulations! I’m so excited for you!” Luckily, she chuckled and said, “That’s fine. I haven’t been able to get excited yet myself because I’ve been feeling so icky.” Amen, sister, amen.