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Nov. 1st, 2004 03:41 pmToday at lunch I sat between two tables. At one table, a pair of women were discussing their pregnancies and how to get their kids to eat a healthy breakfast. At the other table, two men were discussing many things, including the pregnancy of one man's wife.
The parallel pregnancy conversations were weird enough. But when the guy whose wife was pregnant said something about how she wanted to keep it secret for a while (if my calculations based on overheard dialog are correct, she's about a month pregnant), he said, with that air of disgusted resignation: "Women."
"That's something I'll never understand until the day I die," his companion commisserated.
I glanced over to the other table to see if they'd overheard. But if they did, they didn't react.
And I, in the demilitarized gender zone betwen them, tried to figure out what the damn mystery was.
The parallel pregnancy conversations were weird enough. But when the guy whose wife was pregnant said something about how she wanted to keep it secret for a while (if my calculations based on overheard dialog are correct, she's about a month pregnant), he said, with that air of disgusted resignation: "Women."
"That's something I'll never understand until the day I die," his companion commisserated.
I glanced over to the other table to see if they'd overheard. But if they did, they didn't react.
And I, in the demilitarized gender zone betwen them, tried to figure out what the damn mystery was.
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Date: 2004-11-01 03:59 pm (UTC)Something like 20% of recognized pregnancies end in miscarriage. Having to deal with a miscarriage totally sucks, as I can tell you from personal experience. Having to tell all those people your bad news after telling them the good news is way worse.
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Date: 2004-11-01 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-01 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-01 06:55 pm (UTC)