No, you can't always plan these things.

I work for a small company. There are somewhere around 45 employees, and I'm one of the youngest. Also, since the company's inception five years ago, the first pregnant employee. We've already determined that I'll need to apply for short-term disability when I have the baby, and the powers that be have agreed to let me return part-time. I'm not sure that I'll have the same job I have now, but they say they'll find work for me somewhere, doing something. The plan is to have a friend watch our little girl two days a week, and I'll work a few hours from home. (By the way, said friend happens to be pregnant with her third, and found out last week that she is having a girl too! Due just two weeks after our little one. I'm already planning play dates and slumber parties.)

Anyway, back to the point. I work for a small company. Two weeks ago, a group of us went out to lunch together because our company was moving from our downtown office to an office on the east end of town, and we all wanted to eat at our favorite downtown restaurant one last time.

If I may go off on one more tangent, the new office location is quite snazzy. Everything is brand-spanking new, it's closer to home, and conveniently located by a gas station, grocery store, and a Starbucks. No more interstate traffic, parking garage, crossing Main Street and walking a block in the cold and rain. The only problem with our new digs is that the bathroom is now a 60 second walk from my desk. It was a 10 second walk before, and now that I'm settled into my second trimester of pregnancy, I find myself making that walk A LOT.

So. Lunch. We were all sitting around a large table, about 15 of us, waiting for our food. I was sitting at one end of the table, talking with those around me about who knows what. I looked up at one point and made eye contact with our VP of Technology, who was sitting at the opposite end of the table. That's when he asked, "When are you due?"

"July 2nd." I said.

"Oh, you'll learn." He said.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well, for example, my mother had three kids. The first one was born in August. The next two were born in December and January. You'll learn." He said.

And then I understood. He was telling me to plan my pregnancies to have my babies in the cooler months. To avoid being pregnant in the heat of summer. Ha. Ha. Haha. Hahahahahaha. PLAN MY PREGNANCY? Oh, NAIVE SIR, it's not that simple.

"You can't always plan these things." I said.

"Well, you sorta can." He responded.

"No, you can't." I said again.

He stared at me, like I didn't know what I was talking about. Like, it's really not that hard. Like I should know how it works.

"It took us eleven months to conceive." I said finally. "You can't always plan these things."

Someone immediately started talking about the weather and that was the end of that conversation.