To be honest, it didn't really bother me. It was mostly old ladies who would go on to excitedly regale me with tales of kids and grandkids, and I took it as their way of reconnecting with their own experience of motherhood. It truly is an amazing time, and I can understand that desire to link your experience to that of women everywhere. Of course, if it's a weird, creepy guy in an orange jumpsuit, that's another story.

Katrina/Notes on a Napkin

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