I have had many many reactions to my news. Teary-eyed hugs (you’re going to be a mom!!) to incredulity (are you sure you are ready for this?) to shrieks and stunned silence and wonderful wishes and warm hugs. But the reaction that I must document for my posterity is the one that someone who I know quite well, who I thought knew me quite well, had. She heard my news, was silent for a second and then said, “You must be so relieved, I mean you’re going to meet the 30-with-kid deadline after all.” Oh I could have said so much at this point, about getting married at 21 and not having ever tried to work after that, about having had 2.5 children before the age of 26, of being a smug little know it all, whose most intellectual conversation has to do with finding a cook and the latest embroidery, but I didn’t. After all, I’m almost 30.