Most days are fine. But some days.... yeah, some days, you really don't want to be the person to listen to your best friend vent about morning sickness (and you go an order them ginger candies you know are awesome on amazon.... but you secretly wish that someone else - like her husband - would have the foresight to do it instead). And those other office break room conversations, like, with the other pregnant lady who is concerned about gestational diabetes where you try to talk her off the cliff, and the one who is now entering the third trimester and experiencing back pain - yeah, I wish someone would take those for the team too.
One of my readers noted that anyone who wants to get knocked up should work in my office. It's true. There are three pregnant women here (that I know of).
Thank god I am taking a vacation in a few weeks. I think fourteen straight days of not being in this office and serving as the kindly resident expert on pregnancy will do something positive for my psyche.