Just in case anyone was minded to cut her some slack or otherwise assume that she was trying to spare my feelings by not telling me she was pregnant, here was the entirety of her email back to me:
"Yes I'm 13 weeks! When are you free for lunch?"
Her pregnancy is not about me, I know. But our relationship? That's at least partly about me. Or rather, it should be and it isn't. At all.
But as I kept saying last week, I can only control my own responses, and so I'm going to lunch.
Oy!
Posted by: dale | September 17, 2008 at 01:50 AM