Being the Last to Catch On

My office mate, Jessica, is having a baby in August. As the date approaches, it affects her body in a number of ways. She eats earlier, she eats oftener, she eats more, she goes to the bathroom more often, she gets up to walk the kinks out.

We were sitting at our desks, working away, when Jessica mentioned that she was really having kinks today and needed to walk more, and then got up and walked out. I needed to go to the bathroom, but she is after all the pregnant one, so I waited. And waited. And waited. Was getting very needy, doing Boo's little dance sitting down, when I realized that she had gone for a walk. That, indeed, she had told me she was going for a walk.

When she returned, I mentioned this and she said, "There is another bathroom in the hall."

I knew that. Really, I knew that.