Meegan should have had her baby today. But I'm still pulling for 2/17 (i.e. tomorrow, which it already is in D.C.) because it's my friend Beth's birthday and she's pretty cool.
Drop her a comment of encouragement, won't you?
It's okay if you're a stranger, apparently people on the street feel it's perfectly okay to touch pregnant women's stomachs and tell them their birth horror stories and ask all kinds of questions that foster what is known in polite circles as "instant intimacy." This is just my opinion on why, because pregnant women or recently pregnant women get into fits about it, but then obviously they go on to doing the exact same thing after their children aren't itty bitty anymore and people don't coo over them but, rather, think, "Oh my Lord, what little terrorists." That opinion is that, fundamentally, people are welcoming of new people whose politics, religion and looks are yet to be determined; that fundamentally, we all do realize that it takes a village, as Hillary and the Africans said, and we all want to think of ourselves as up to the challenge of being a support system for something so vulnerable as a baby; and, finally, none of us is as classy as we'd like to think.
I know I'm not classy.
Woooooo Meegan! Have that baby!!! YEEEEEHAAAWWW!!
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