Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Lucy meets a pregnant woman
Lucy, Iris and I were fortunate enough to lunch with a pregnant acquaintance today, who started her maternity leave on her due date and is eager to have her baby any day now. Lucy was quite impressed. Later, when we got home, Lucy laid down very carefully on the couch, moving as though she were an invalid (which our friend incidentally did not, although she did have to go to the bathroom every few minutes). Lucy gently cradled her hands on her stomach. "Is there a baby in my belly?" she asked. A little disappointed when I said no, no chance, she asked when, where, and how she could get one in there.
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