(or The Post Where I Turn into my Mother ..... AGAIN)
Dudes, I am not dealing well with O.P.P. (other people's pregnancy.) TBF is 8 mos pregnant and on bedrest. This means, ideally, she is up for 2 hours, and then rests for four hours. Repeat. TBF has two settings: 0 and 90 mph. She has no "slow and steady wins the race" mode. This bedrest thing - so hard for her.
So, I've been trying to be a good friend and call her a couple of times a day, just to check in. I gave her a call, and didn't get her. Strange, left her a message. And called a few hours later. And still didn't get her. And left a message. And called later. And left a message.
I've become my mother. My mom pulled this on me a couple of weeks ago. She called a few times, and I was really slammed with work and couldn't back to her. The refractory period between phone calls shortened. When I managed to talk to her, she told me that she had concoted some kind of "fallen and can't get up" scenario for me: that I was sick and in bed ... and alone ... and with no one to take care of me ... and couldn't get to the phone to call for help.
And I did that today with TBF. All kinds of worrying, all kinds of fearing the worst, but trying to be all rational and shit. (Humor me and tell me I had good reason.)
TBF called me - everything is FINE. She just had a number of doctor appointments. She saw my three missed calls and knew she'd best get to dialing, because I have never called that much.
Sigh. Like I said, I'm not down with O.P.P.
Also, my boyfriend on my other boyfriend's show. It's just too much.