Motherhood Made Me a Terrible Friend
When did I lose all my girl friends?
Motherhood made me a terrible friend. Or perhaps I should stop blaming external circumstances and take ownership of my actions.
I was a terrible friend.
There, you have it.
When I became a mother, I became a lousy friend.
At 26, I was the first of my close friends to have a baby. Before my 30th birthday, I was already a mother of two. When I got married, I had every intention of enjoying marital bliss and life as a young professional for a long time prior to even thinking about starting a family. But as luck — and life — would have it, I found myself strapped with the responsibilities of caring for a newborn exactly nine months after my wedding.
It was a Friday night when I finally took a pregnancy test. My increasingly aching breasts and late menstrual cycle had been causing me concern for a week, but I was still sure there was no possible way we could have conceived the one time we slipped up and didn’t use protection.
Surely, life couldn’t be that cruel.
Expecting the result to calm my fears and help me relax, I bought a pregnancy test just before heading to a friend’s house for pizza and…
