Don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall

So, I've been away for awhile. mostly sleeping including the fever dreams of pregnancy. Also, throwing up a whole lot. turns out I lost 12 pounds throwing up and sleeping....so now I am taking the foul meds that the doctor prescribed.  I took a break last night thinking maybe that as I close in on week 13, I would be just fine. 
But that's not really what it's about tonight. Tonight, it's about my good friend. We became fast friends through a boy who was 1) my terrible boyfriend and 2) her douchey friend. Once his true identity was discovered, us two girls were already thick as thieves. This girl o mine and I have been through a lot as it goes with good friends. She helped me survive grad school, we've gotten through some rough but necessary breakups, had more than our share of ridiculous nights dancing and drinking (claustrophobia, cigarettes and all). She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and nearly everytime we go to dinner, it's to the same greek place where the waitress doesn't even have to ask to know we are splitting the greek salad and the mazza plate.
...and...she is leaving.
She is moving to an amazing city to do an amazing job and I am so proud of and excited for her. This is the culmination of a long and frustrating quest for her to live her dream.  As all wonderful intelligent and amazing peope deserve, it is happening!! 
ok, selfishly, I am devastated.
BUT SO HAPPY FOR HER! devastated.
so tonight, we went to our last Greek Dinner. she looked at my still nonexistent belly. felt my ginormous boobs, checked out the sonogram.  we talked about her departure plan, the plane ride, the packing, the start date for the new job. We ate gelato.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I cried, of course, but not too much I think.
On the drive home to the hubs, I cried some more.
When I walked in, I SOBBED. mascara still covers my husband's shirt. He hugged me and then...I puked.
A lot. but it did make me stop crying. I guess we're not at week 13 until we are really there.

so here's wishing that next time my darling friend is sad, she can just puke out her tears and get it over with.  or that she calls me and we can cry together.  Better yet, maybe I can cheer her up long distance.

I know she will be the wildest of successes and I can't wait to get the phone calls all about it.  Good luck, love, now go kick some ass.