A couple months after we found out that IVF Round #3 worked, I was out with my staff for a meeting over lunch. My staff and I usually go off-site and talk a little about work and a lot about life during these few cherished moments away from work over lunch. We had just gotten our lunches and sat down when my newest staff member said that she had an announcement. She looked up and said that she was pregnant and due Nov 27th-exactly one month after I am due.
All the rest of my staff around the table were very quiet.
Know what I did? I laughed. Out loud. And then I proceeded to blurt out, "How does that happen? Can you draw me a diagram?"
She knew what I had gone through to get pregnant, and laughed too. The whole staff did.
Now, mind you, my co-worker is in her late 20s, has a college education, and two jobs. However, she is not married and just recently began seeing this guy (who we don't think is a great guy). We came to find out later in the conversation that it happened the night they met-due to a little too much alcohol and too little protection. She was actually a bit embarrassed telling us, saying that her family had given her such a hard time because she was always giving her nieces and nephews the you-HAVE-to-use-protection talk.
How's that ENTIRE story for irony?