I'm in my fifth month and I finally popped. The evidence of his existence is finally here. I cannot believe this is happening. I cannot believe something good is happening for me! Samantha Jones. I was the bad girl of the bunch. I figured for sure there's no way something good would happen for me. Carrie I could believe. Charlotte, oh GOD I miss her, I could believe. Even Miranda I could believe but me? No way would I have guess that.
My phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam," Carrie said, "Why don't you come over?"

"Um... kind of-"

"Just come over," Carrie said, "Pretty please with a cherry on top."
I laughed.

"Carrie," I said, "I'm pregnant hon"

"I KNOW. SO AM I."
I laughed. Carrie did have a point.

"But you know what's happening," I said.

"Yeah and I don't think it matters," Carrie said, "Rose and Lily wants to see you too. Pretty please?"

"Hold on a sec," I said, "I'm getting another call."

"K," Carrie said.
Carrie was a month more pregnant then me. She would be delivering in 3 months. TJ would be born in four.
I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Samantha," Miranda said.

"Oh hi," I told her, "What's up?"

"I was just thinking about you," Miranda replied, "Listen could you watch Taylor tonight?"

"Yeah. I just have to stop by Carrie's first."

"Okay," Miranda said, "I need to take Broady to a baseball game. Victoria is going to be out. I will be gone for a few hours."

"Miranda I would be glad to watch Taylor," I said, "I'll stop by Carrie's and then I will go to you directly after that."

"Thanks," Miranda said, "I owe you."