On my way home from work today, I stopped by an estate sale in my neighborhood. As I entered the almost emptied-out home, standing before me was a HUGELY pregnant woman and her husband. Like any good infertile would do, I walked the opposite direction. Little did I know we would connect around the wall!
So, like any good infertile would do again, I tried to get around the very pregnant woman as she and her husband talked about "baby Benjamin" and how he really didn't need any free weights since they had some at the house. Upon my pending escape before I vomited in my mouth a little, I found myself practically slammed against a wall where TWO books lay on a table. This was on top:
I grabbed it and ran out of there, paying my $0.50 along the way. Isn't it ironic? I really do think . . .