Post Script

The first time Stephanie had a baby, I had given a MIG party at my apartment (I forget why, but who needed a reason?). Early that morning, I vacated the young man who had, let's say, shared my bed with me that night, because the phone was ringing. The person said, "Hey, Kristen. It's Jack." I repeated the name back and had terrible confusion as to why Jack Pfaffmann was calling me and how he knew that I had a MIG party. It took a good 30 seconds of foggy confoundness for me to sort out that it was Stephanie's husband telling me that they were at the hospital.

The second time Stephanie gave birth, I, quite coincidentally, was in bed with the same young man the night before I got a phone call from Jack.

A few days ago, I was running late coming home from DeKalb and I called home. My mom answered and told me Jack had called. I was quite excited about this and joked with my mother that I had only been teasing Stephanie when I told her it would be convenient for her to have the baby the next day. My mother was really confused by my excited rambling and said, "Kristen! Jack PFAFFMANN called."

How weird is this?

We're still waiting for Stephanie's new baby to make his appearance. I think the delay may be my fault. I have slept alone for a few months and that young man is damned near engaged to a young lady I hear is absolutely wonderful. It reminds me, though, that I need to call him to say "hi."