Superfuzz Chunk
Have you ever been really happy for someone but just a tiny bit sad for yourself at the same time? The kind of sad you must push down deep inside because it's totally unacceptable? I should probably start at the beginning, a few months ago when I realized something was not quite right with Superfuzz.
Superfuzz and I were making a minivan road trip to Ikea in Orlando with the kids one Saturday and decided to stop by California Pizza Kitchen for lunch before heading home. Typically, Superfuzz and I share an entree when we go out together and I would say our appetites are evenly matched. That day Superfuzz and I decided on a favorite entree, then she asked if I wanted to share a full size salad as well. A little out of the ordinary, but not too odd and I was hungry too, so I said okay. She then began to tear into the bread like a wolverine and devoured more than half the salad. When the entree came I helped myself to some of it, then watched her eagerly spooning the pasta repeatedly onto her plate. At the time, I didn't think too much, we all have times when we are hungrier than others. However, I did find it odd that the queen of "I'll have a box for half my entree please" was happily shoveling in more than a regular portion size.
About a week later Superfuzz asked when our last period occurred. For some time we have been on the same schedule. I told her my most recent date and she looked at me and made a comment about potential pregnancy. Not wanting to be an alarmist I said, "Maybe you should take a test." My mind though immediately went to the California Pizza Kitchen and then recalled another instance during which my usually portion controlled friend was ravenous. I already knew the answer, I remembered that hunger and with the combination of that and the late period it was a done deal. This was later confirmed by a test.
I am so excited for Superfuzz and her husband, Posh. They are going to make amazing parents! It's just that Superfuzz is my running partner. We run almost every race together, run two or three times a week in training and having a baby will put her out of commission for all of marathon season. Last year we ran six half marathons together plus countless other small runs and training runs. The year before we ran a number of half marathons and our first full marathon together. Having her out of training for three months or so seems like an eternity.
I have loads of great friends and training buddies in my training group, just none that seem so well matched to me as Superfuzz in pace and other elements. I wait with excitement for each of her doctor appointments, happy that all is well. When she received her first ultrasound photos I was over the moon for her, remembering what a special time that was for UberGeek and I. Each milestone bringing her closer to the blessed event, the birth of a sweet little Superfuzz Chunk! I just have to learn to hide the Cheesy Poofs when she comes over.
