Riding the train

The last two nights I've done something I haven't done in 2 1/2 years... I took the train into the city. Super exciting, right? I used to do it every day for work the first two years we lived in the burbs, but then when I started working at A, I just stopped, cold turkey. I got into the (bad) habit of driving whenever I needed to go. But with massive construction on the Kennedy and the Eisenhower, I decided that my sanity would be better served to leave the driving to someone else and have some predictability as to when I would arrive, but my planning went slightly awry.

I ordered my tickets online last week, but of course they arrived on Wednesday, so I had to go home at lunch to get the mail (love working so close to home!). I had checked the schedule at least a dozen times, but when I got there for the 5:15, there was no train... For 30 minutes. So I was late to my Ravinia meeting. I hate being late. We are gearing up for our big fundraiser on the 24th and the woman who is organizing the auctions (the focus of our meeting) is pregnant. So I got to sit and look at her talk for 90 minutes.

I actually don't have a problem with pregnant women (hell, I want to be one), but as you can expect it makes me kind of sad and I always wonder... Did she have trouble? Or is she one of those (like my sister E) who just thinks about it (or doesn't) and boom, done.

Last night went a little better. I figured out, with the help of Metra customer service, that I was looking at the AM schedule, not the PM (good work, Sherlock!). So the train was in fact running on time. I got to the Union League Club after the start time, but it was casual, so no big deal. It was a BC event and the young woman from the development office who took me to lunch last summer was there, and she is of course, wait for it, six months pregnant.

She is adorable and I am so happy for her, but I must have mentioned to her at our lunch that we were "thinking" of starting of family, so of course she asked. I was weak and deflected. I don't like to talk about IF with pregnant women, it just seems so unfair to both of us. She is due in July and is having a boy, a IVth after her DH (who is assistant athletic director @ BC). She is 30...

At least two other people last night asked me if I had kids. "Not yet." To be fair, this is a legitimate question, as most people do. I often wonder what people talk about when they don't ever have kids, and I don't really want to find out...