Don't bother me, I'm eating

Sometimes I feel like I am stuck in a time warp. Lately I have felt like I have been watching all of my friends and family continue ahead on life's path(s) at a lightning speed while I kick back in my jeans and puffy vest and pretend that everything around me isn't changing. Over the course of the last three days I have received some pretty weighty news about two of my siblings and their newfound "all growed up-ness" (all of which is too important to post preliminarily in a blog), planned my best friend's baby shower, and celebrated with two friends who are making their graduation plans and are excited to walk away from university life with a bachelor's and a master's, respectively. In the middle of this I am looking at my life and wondering where in the world I fit into the land of marriage and babies and master's degrees. I didn't have too much time to ponder the idea, however, because my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I flipped open my phone to find a message from a good friend that I haven't heard from in months. Here is the text: "How are you? What are you up to? I am expecting a little boy in July." I wasn't quite sure how to answer that at all so I did what I do best and told the truth. I swiftly typed back, "I am eating a cheeseburger." And that about sums it up.