She's my other BFF; it's sad that it goes this way.
Well, the conversation with Nicole last night went much better than I expected. I took it in steps, which John says is foolish and I shouldn't have to, but I know Nicole. First, tell her I'm trying to have a baby. Let her see how excited I am and how gush over how cute John is in his excitement. Carry her along on the giddiness that all girls get when it comes to babies, and steer the conversation to a point where she sees the fact that we can't relocate at this time. She comes to the realization, makes a comment about how I can't do this to her, I get quiet while thinking of a way to politely snarl, and before I get the chance, she immediately jokes how I'm being selfish; we thus have a good laugh and are then free to carry on the conversation about our decision of why we're not relocating, but attempting to have a baby. I'll wait until it sinks in with her a bit more and then tell her about the townhouse. I am going to have to tell her soon; she's coming up for the HP7 release in late July and we move about 3 weeks after that, so it's going to pretty obvious, what with all the boxes laying around. (OMG we have over a dozen boxes backed and it's all books. And we're not even done with the books yet; oi)
All in all, it went rather well. And I feel a whole helluva lot better now that she knows, better than I though I would feel. I didn't realize it was bothering me as much as it was, this impending emotional roller-coaster. I was just so afraid that she would get so touchy about us not relocating because it seems she's focusing her happiness on my moving closer to her. And she very well might, but she's not hitting me over the head with it, thank God. She's getting married the week before we move; let him deal with her overwhelming, irrational emotions.
AND she didn't even comment on the fact that Panda knew first. Granted I didn't give her all the details, but she doesn't need 'em. :)
Now, on to the start of a short, i-have-tons-of-shit-to-do-and-only-three-days-in-which-to-do-them (ie, busy) week. Yee. Haw.
All in all, it went rather well. And I feel a whole helluva lot better now that she knows, better than I though I would feel. I didn't realize it was bothering me as much as it was, this impending emotional roller-coaster. I was just so afraid that she would get so touchy about us not relocating because it seems she's focusing her happiness on my moving closer to her. And she very well might, but she's not hitting me over the head with it, thank God. She's getting married the week before we move; let him deal with her overwhelming, irrational emotions.
AND she didn't even comment on the fact that Panda knew first. Granted I didn't give her all the details, but she doesn't need 'em. :)
Now, on to the start of a short, i-have-tons-of-shit-to-do-and-only-three-days-in-which-to-do-them (ie, busy) week. Yee. Haw.