I need to stop working, I really do. There are only 5 other people in my office, yet this is the primary source of the seemingly constant drive-bys in my life at the moment. I mentioned two the other day, and today provided quite a kick in the ovaries as well.
Co-worker 1: Do you want to see another picture of a baby belonging to someone you don't know and couldn't care less about?
Me: Sure. I would like nothing more than to see the product of God's illustrious bounty for everyone but me (and some bloggers).
:::Picture is shown. Baby is...baby-like. Small. Sleeping::::
Co-worker 1: It's my cousin's mechanic's dentist's daughter. She got pregnant accidentally and the father isn't around. She was going to abort it, but then decided that since she's 41 that this opportunity was not likely to present itself again. Isn't that fabulous? Go her.
Me: For fuck's sake.
This same co-worker also provided this gem:
C0-worker 1: You know Linda, right? The fat infertile that works in Department X? Well, she just had a baby. She had some...:::whispers:::: trouble and had to have :::barely audible noise::: IVF. It's no wonder really, she's a big girl. Can you imagine?
Me: Me? Pfft. No. No way. I'm as fertile as a clam.
Please tune in tomorrow, whereby a 55 year old woman with no ovaries somehow connected to someone in my office will also be besieged with baby dust and become pregnant.