So I FINALLY told my childfree friend about the contents of my uterus. For the love of god, it’s the third trimester. It’s about time.
Anyway, all my fretting was pointless. Paraphrase: “I don’t like kids, but I’m happy for my friends when they’re happy with their decision.” There was a wee “You did plan this, right?” subtext to the conversation, but I’m ignoring it.
On the dissertation front, I had to email my advisor to ask for something and now I’m afraid to look at her response because it will probably include the words “how far are you?”
