I grabbed lunch in the cafeteria at work today. A first in over a week (I've been out of office at lunch quite a bit lately). One of the baristas flagged me down:
"Are we pregnant yet?" She smiled.
"No, not yet."
"Oh, come on! What are you doing, then?" Her over exaggerated sigh made me giggle.
"Apparently just practicing."
She's got a four year old at home and isn't ready for another one, but she is super excited over every baby-to-be that wanders past her register. I think she is one of the few (read: less than 5) I know in person that know we're trying that I am happy to have told. Turns out, I needed a support group more than I realized.