In which we discover yet another of our friends is knocked up

We hear this a lot. “We’re havin’ a baby,” they say, or “<name> knocked me up!” or “We’re pregnant!” or whatever. It’s sort of like that time in our twenties when everyone was getting married, but messier, and with lots of screaming when it’s over. (Actually, that describes some of the weddings, too.)

So this week, when an as-yet-nameless set of friends (it’s very early) mentioned their mutual status, we were amused and pleased. Then when we found this piece by another woman — someone with whom we started this magazine at this university — it made us feel a little weird.

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