Kristen and I just got off the phone. She is in week 18. I am in week 118. No no, week 39 I mean. We each asked each other the questions of death –

Me: Boy or girl?
Her: Don’t know, had to reschedule the appointment. Do you have a baby yet?
Me: Not yet.

We likely asked each other the very same questions that many other people have asked us and then pissed us off by asking – but somehow we didn’t feel the inclination to kill each other. Curious.