My Pregnant Friend

I know its gross, but she fed me pizza, and I farted in her face.

Karma.

Smiley face.

We've known each other since we were twelve. We've been friends for 13 years now. Teachers used to get us confused, I don't know why, except for our hair color, we look nothing alike.

Then high school came, we went to different schools, and kind of lost touch. And then we were back in touch. We started working, moved out of the house, I went to America, she moved in with her boyfriend, and now, for the past two years, we're on the same page again.

We've had rough times, and we've had awesome times.

We were our own click, and in primary school, we were the only people in our click because the other girls were haters.

Never have we used each other. Never have we lied to each other. We wrote each other letters and cards, and somehow I missed almost all of her birthdays. But she was always at mine, when she was invited. I hate losing touch with good friends.



And now, I'm a bit jealous of her. She is 22 weeks pregnant, and I don't even have a boyfriend. Not that having a boyfriend is a requirement for getting pregnant, but I would like to be in her shoes, just with a different guy. Her boyfriend is the polar opposite of my type.

Not that I really have a type...

But he is not it.

I colored her hair tonight, without gloves, because they are too small, and now my hands look similar to the hands of Max the Gorilla who lives in the Johannesburg zoo.

We both had rough childhoods. Hers, I will never mention to anyone other than her, or the people who know. Pinky swear.



I love her, as I should love my sister.

We've always been sisters, her parents know it, my parents know it, and we invented it.