*Shelby*
"I can't believe it’s been six months since we last got together!" Aubrey said enthusiastically as the waiter poured a glass of wine in front of her.
I gripped my own glass, sliding it off to the side. I wasn't going to be drinking it in case I was actually pregnant this time. I knew that if I didn't have a glass in front of me, my friends would immediately start asking if I was. They’d both asked me on separate occasions when Michael and I were going to start popping out babies.
I couldn’t handle a discussion about that right now. It was hard enough to deal with on my own.
I took a fake sip of my glass and set it back down on the table, "I know it’s been way too long. It seems impossible to schedule a time for us all to get together. We’re all so busy now. Do you guys ever think back to how much our lives have changed?"
