You have a friend/old co-worker/acquaintance that you see every once and awhile for lunch. You now have a 4 month lunch date reminder that you still aren’t pregnant yet.
Her: How are things? Are you pregnant yet?
Lunch 2 (4 months later):
Her: I was hoping you’d have a baby bump by now.
Lunch 3 (4 months later):
Her: Really? I swore you’d be pregnant this time.
The last time you made lunch plans with this girl, you swore to yourself that you would never schedule another lunch date with her until you were pregnant. It’s really too bad because you liked her a lot, and it’s not like you can explain this to her. “Yeah, Sorry, Melinda but we can no longer see each other until I’m pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll see each other sometime between next month and the year 2025.” And you realize this is not a rational solution but somewhere over cob salad and your second glass of wine, you decide that you are willing to put the friendship on hold for a few more months.
Having lunch with her is sort of like visiting the dentist. Every time you visit the dentist you think, “next time I visit the dentist, I will be pregnant.” But next time comes and goes and you are forced to have those darn pregnancy no-no x-rays and provide dental hygienist, Rosie, with a list of your current fertility medications.
Sorry Melinda! But lunch has been canceled. Indefinitely. We will renew the friendship at a later date.