I am twenty years old. And this year not one, but two (TWO) of my old school friends got pregnant.
What the fucking shit.
Seriously it's madness. Like first I get a text message from Friend number one (lets call her P) and I am understandably surprised. But then not even a week later I'm told that friend number 2 (who I will call M) was also pregnant.
Guys. Stop. You're my age, you can't have kids. I am a kid.
It's times like these where I remember that, technically speaking, I am in fact a grown up. I keep forgetting that little detail. Like me? An adult? No no I'm fourteen and a baby.
So yeah. Babies. Wow.
P and M both had girls by the way. P's baby is adorable, and I haven't seen M's small child yet.
And I mean they're both very happy with their babies, and I'm very happy for them cause they're happy you know?
No one is miserable is what I mean.
It's just that I thought I had at least another ten years before I had friends who were mothers and also my age. Like this situation feels like it happened a little bit ahead of schedule.
You can't stop life from happening I guess.
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