I remember the night clearly.
It was a much-needed and long overdue catch up with four of my oldest, closest girlfriends.
It was a relaxed get-together at one of their apartments – one of those nights involving good food, good wine and good conversation.
We had all been friends since primary school and we all happened to share a similar world view and outlook on life – which is why we were still friends all those years later, I guess.
Now we were all in our late 20s, and we were officially grown-ups. We all had jobs, partners and hectic lives. It was rare that we had all had a night free and we had made the most of it by getting up to speed on each other’s lives, before the conversation turned to more serious things.
We began talking about hypotheticals, and what we would do in different situations.
Then, one of my friends asked what I would do if I found out I was pregnant. And to be honest, the way they all responded to my answer has put a strain on our relationships, even months later.
Admittedly I had had a couple of glasses of wine at that point, and I burst out laughing at the seemingly ridiculous thought of being pregnant.
Me? With a baby? I was scraping by on a low wage.
I lived in the world’s smallest, most run-down apartment.