Well, they're (food and friends) not exactly related but as I ponder over my bowl of pasta, the thought of comfort foods came across my mind which then led me on to think about the different forms of comfort most of us are drawn towards.
I'm really happy to say that though the journey of being with child can be a lonely process because no one will feel the types of anxieties that pregnant mothers feel, the bodily changes and discomforts, the joy, the many other 1001 moods that we feel all at the same time because of hormonal changes, it can really be a little less painful with other pregnant friends around.
And not just mothers-to-be that you just meet. No not any "friend" but the joy of finding out that you have a friend that you've been in touch for a while and known for a longer while (about maybe 16years ago) is due almost the same time as you... like 2 weeks apart. In pregnant time, that's like a minute difference.
Meet my dear friend Ching.
We weren't all that close but had enough fun together when we were in secondary and junior college at the sailing club. We trained in the same club and basically spent all our weekends out at sea.
Lost touch for a while and met thru sports again. But this time a slightly more psychotic type of sport - Triathlon, swim bike run and suffer together, swim in the same sea that we sailed in together...live in the same neighborhood, eat the same durian, dine in the same place, she has a dog, i have nate, same same but different, etc.. you get the gist.
Paths crossed more often than expected and hubbies having the same interests and things just clicked...
Little did we know that the big guy up there prolly threw us together again as a blessing to each other, and a form of support when one evening in a coffee shop near our homes, the question came up and it was the "OH ME TOO!!!" which led to the "WHEN?" and then the answer "ME TOO!!!" again followed by so many squeals and hugs that led everyone to kinda stare in our direction. (those of you who are lost - im talking about finding out we're pregnant)
So yes, even though this is my second child and it's her first, the level of moral support and encouragement is never taken for granted.
By the way. I highly suspect it had something to do with our durian outings together in a hole in the wall place at Katong which prolly had something to do with the pregnancies. Or it's just the water in the East.
How comforting... xoxo ching.