Wasn't me. No, seriously. I'm pregnant, not fat.
Anyhow, a few days ago we went out to dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday. Somehow, all the parents/parents-to-be wound up sitting on the same end of the (long) table. After a while, our conversation turned to kids.
Chatting merrily along, the person whose birthday it was suddenly pauses and says in a rather rueful tone...
"You know you're getting old when you talk about expressed breastmilk at your own birthday party."
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