I’m Like a Drug-Sniffing Dog…But For Pregnant Ladies.
Morgan called tonight with lovely news: His wife, Tara, is expecting their first child in February.
I was delighted, but not surprised. I was at a party at their house a couple of weeks ago. When Tara opened the door to me, the first thing I thought was Hey! She’s pregnant!
Of course, I didn’t say anything. You don’t, really, unless you have an excess of poor manners. But it did make me think.
The same thing happened when Genevieve was pregnant. One day I looked at the back of her head and I knew she was upduffed.
In both cases, it didn’t seem like anything physical tipped me off. Both women looked as they always did. So why did I know? Am I now hyper-sensitive to Zygote Riding Along pheromones? Or is it the latent alleged psychic streak from my father’s side manifesting itself in a new and not-so-useful fashion?
I don’t know why it happens, but it’s kind of a cool trick.
Some Stuff | Liz June 15, 2007
By John, June 16, 2007 @ 8:40 pm
No way, dude. Awesome!
What the hell is happening? It’s raining babies.
By Liz, June 16, 2007 @ 10:29 pm
You know, the Weathergirls were going to go with that instead of “It’s Raining Men!” but it didn’t scan as well, and would not have become such a great gay anthem.
I don’t know what’s happening. They’re going to have to widen the sidewalks for more strollers soon.
By cheesefairy, June 17, 2007 @ 7:24 pm
I have never heard the word “upduffed” before and I love it.
Cool trick!
By Liz, June 19, 2007 @ 12:48 am
‘Upduffed’ is from my British friends. It’s good, isn’t it?