I have the same conversation many times a day:
Person: You look like you're about ready to pop.
Me: I have seven more weeks to go.
Pause for look of surprise on other person's face.
Person: Are you sure there is only one in there?
Me: According to the ultrasound, only one.
Person: Boy or girl?
Me: The baby was shy at the ultrasound. Kept doing somersaults. And since there is not medical reason for another one, insurance won't pay for it, so we get to be surprised.
Person (looking at my large belly again.) You're not going to make it to the end of January.
Me: That would really screw up my trial calendar.
Repeat as often as I interact with other humans.
Today, it is all about the repetition.
4 years ago
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