The 4th Month Before - September
"Happy Moving Day, Cristina."
"Happy Moving Day, Mer."
The two friends clink their glasses of ginger ale and enjoy the shade. They are sitting in brand new lawn chairs in the Hunts' backyard.
"I'm totally being pregnant if we move again in the future," Cristina says. "Best excuse ever to make the men do all the work." Then she belches.
"Oh that's classy."
"I thought you'd be happy that I am no longer having a perfect pregnancy. I have gas now. And heartburn. And I have a soccer player kicking the crap out of my kidneys from the inside whenever I perform surgery. McBaby gets excited about surgery. Although I'm glad McBaby is showing an interest in that. And my belly is really sticking out now and getting in the way."
"That does make me feel better." Meredith rubs her own belly, slightly swollen. "Look at the two of us, sitting here knocked up while our husbands do all the heavy lifting. When we met, who would have thought that this would happen?"
"Not me."
They take sips.
"Promise me something, Mer."
"What?"
"Once we both have our babies, we're getting dressed up and going out and getting stinking drunk again. We are not going to be dull women who talk about nothing but our kids. Promise me we have drunk dancing in our future."
"I promise."
Owen appears on the deck. "How you ladies doing?"
They hold up their glasses and shout "Refill!" He nods and goes back inside the house.
Meredith says, "Speaking of something we never saw in your future."
"What?"
"Him! Owen! Major McBadAss who didn't just rescue you from an icicle, he rescued you from a life of bitterness and making everything about surgery. Now you're happy!"
Cristina smiles. "I'm still not sure how he got me to marry him though."
"You done good, Cristina."
"Damn straight."