Posted by: Kate | June 22, 2008


My friend Carolyn and I perpetrated a semi-kidnapping upon a third friend, Jenny, today.

The three of us have been getting together for lunch about once a month for the better part of five years now.  It’s all very low-key; we quietly take turns paying, if one can’t make it then the other two go anyway, we usually go to the same Bertucci’s in Salem because it’s not about the ambiance (though I really like their steak salads).  It’s just three women with similarly-aged children and similar professional backgrounds and otherwise nothing (and, somehow, everything) in common.

We were each at different ages when we had our first babies (22, 30 and 38), our husbands are in very different professions and life stages, and our own ages and career plans and life paths are quite different, but we make each other laugh and share stories and just get all Steel Magnolias without the diabetes and Southern accents, or perhaps Sex and the City without the fashion or complicated sex lives.  It’s good stuff.

Right now, Jenny is approximately 47 months pregnant and, being 5’0″, is completely full to the brim with baby.  This is a bittersweet thing; I’m proud of her and I know she’s happy, but once upon a time I was going to be a surrogate mother for them, so it’s a what-if sort of situation.

Today, she was tired and miserable and told her husband to greet us at the door and send us on to lunch without her, because she just wasn’t feeling up for it.  And we smiled politely, thanked him for his time, and nudged past him to sit on the edge of her bed and chat a little.  We’d have been perfectly happy to let her stay right there and nap if she had wanted to, we just wanted to pay a visit and lay eyes upon her because we’re not sure if we’ll be able to get together again before she gives birth.

She started out lying down, pale and limp.  After a bit, she sat up.  And a bit later, she decided, “I think I want to get out of the house.  Where are we going for lunch?”  So we drove aimlessly and found ourselves at a lobster shack on the waterfront in Plymouth.

Sometimes I’m just not a very good listener, especially when it comes to well-intentioned but non-estrogen-laden husbands.  I think she’ll forgive us for kidnapping her.



  1. It’s great to have friends like that. I have a couple of women in my life that were first work friends and have become close friends over the last decade. Just looking at us, you wouldn’t think we’d be friends since we’re all three very different. But that doesn’t seem to matter. We have a great time anyway. I’m not sure what I’d do without them.

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