Edam, I feel apoplectic for no reason whatsoever. I am literally struggling not to twat people (like the estate agent who just told me my cats are not welcome at a property I really, really want.) If my mother says 'Oooooooooooh, Pram! There's a chippy just across t'road!' one more fucking time she will not only need a crutch (she's a bit crippled) she'll need a bastard neck brace.
Lumpy, be nice to your infertile colleague. I've been there and it is torture having to live/work alongside preggos. She will want to stab you and feed you to her Alsatians but don't take it personally. On a serious note, she will be suffering on a daily basis and crying herself to sleep every night. Her relationships will be rocked and she will hate her seemingly pointless life. Don't be a martyr though, either, and don't do any of her work.
[waves to Marbie, Lyra and everyone else]