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J. has this best friend at work, C. She's loveable and yet the most annoying woman on the planet. Seriously. You can't take her anywhere for lunch because she hates every piece of food that has ever existed, and besides she always wants to take her porky little kid who is unattractive and annoying. (This is the kid she named Zachary even though her last name begins with a Z, UGH, the TWEENESS of it all).

When she was pregnant with the kid she had every possible Bad Pregnancy Side Effect that has ever been made into a Very Special Episode of ER. Gestational diabetes, complete bed rest (not placenta previa, but something akin to that), and finally a whopping case of pre-eclampsia where she bled out three times on the table and they had to shock her and inflate her with humpteen units of O-. What kills me is that before she even got knocked up, she was willing to adopt, but her husband is one of those macho little "I won't raise another man's bastard!" type of people (this is his way of compensating for the fact that he is like 5 feet tall and I could step on him like a roach).

I think you know where this is headed.

Yep. Again. My reaction when J. told me was twofold:

1. Wasn't it enough to almost leave her first kid motherless on the operating table?

2. Why the FUCK didn't her husband LEAVE HER ALONE? Or BAG THE CASHEW?

J. was a credit to himself. When she sprang the news on him at lunch yesterday, his reply was "Oh. Well, you're gonna get your tubes tied after this one, right?"

I'm hoping she doesn't give this one another Z name. Only