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Pre-Christmas Christmas drinks with Greta. She’s so utterly fantastic – an unexpected surprise when I signed up to be a bridesmaid at a hideous wedding last year, and a woman I would almost certainly have married instead of Thom if she’d been a man.

Greta: Hello there! I haven’t seen you since the early Halloween party. Nice costume, by the way. And Thom looked … good.

Me: Thank you, and tell me about it. I’m debating making him wear that every night in.

Greta: Alright, get a room. Did you manage to get the pumpkin off that guy in the end?

Me: No. He said it had his medication in. Spoilsport.

Greta: So tell me something from the world of publishing. Tell me a celebrity scandal. Make it up if you don’t know any. But don’t tell me you’ve made it up.

Me: I’m pregnant?

Greta: No no no, the tabloids will never care about that. Something about someone actually famous.

Me: I … am?

Greta: No – are you really? Well that, Katherine Carlow, is a nice treat.

Me: Thanks. Do you want to deliver it?

Greta: Noooooo. No, I do not. Do you want me to ask you lots of things about it?

Me: No, I don’t really. But is it going to be a wedge that will come between our new friendship? Are we going to grow apart because the baby has come between us? Is it going to be weird?

Greta: Only if you make me catch it in the maternity ward. Otherwise: couldn’t care less. In the nicest possible way. But I’m pleased for you.

Me: Understood.

So we didn’t talk about it, and I was happy. See? A relationship undefined by this pregnancy! I don’t need everyone to sing and dance about it. Joy!

Which means it is just Eve’s reaction that bothers me.

TO DO:

Pump Greta later to find out if she really doesn’t care, or if she just doesn’t care because she totally hates babies, like any sane person, and will thus never want to see me again after May