Another conversation that haunts me:
I was in Albuquerque, about 30 weeks pregnant with Lydie.
At a conference.
In the public bathroom.
"Do you know what you're having?" some stranger asks me.
"A girl!" I respond.
"Is this your first?"
"No, my second," I respond. "I have a son at home."
"Done and done!" she exclaims.
I laughed. And I thought, you might just be right.