Apparently everyone at my work is pregnant. I was amazed to hear this from two different people this week.
I know! Do you know what that means? I must be pregnant without realising it.
Not just that, but my male colleagues are going to get a bit of a shock in a couple of months when their beer-bellies morph into vessels carrying their own little miracles.
It means our female head is going to give Britain's oldest mum a run for her money.
I must say it is all tremendously exciting.
I'm envisaging baby showers in the canteen. And surely with our combined buying power we can get huge discounts not just on bulk-buy disposable objects such as nappies and nipple pads but top of the range yummy-mummy prams too.
Of course there is a downside.
I imagine there will be a positive stampede of rotund bellies every time I need to go to the toilet as those pesky featus' decide collectively to tap dance on the workforces bladder. And goodness knows how, in these cash-strapped times, we are going to afford maternity cover for all of our full time staff.
I think shall have to become more creative with our staff benefits. I might suggest lunch time sessions dedicated to strengthening our pelvic floor muscles to prevent every chair swimming in a sea of ...
Oh no wait.
When they say everyone they actually mean three people, all women, plus two recent births.
But they do have a bit of a point. Is it just me or is there a lot of it about just now?
The other day I had to rejig my blogroll to recategorise several people who blog to the "Those on their way" category. And a friend in real life is cautiously optimistic about seeing her pregnancy that resulted from IVF through to the end.
I feel nothing but joy to see people who have struggled get through the other side. It is brilliant and like a beacon of hope for the rest of us.
But my heart aches for those who were so close to getting on their way but after losses or thousands of pounds spent on treatment remain unfertilised. And for my other friends in real life who are struggling.
I still feel I have got off lightly so far, all I am wasting is time - I've not had a miscarriage, I haven't had any treatment and had to see my hopes dashed. But soon just a month and a half I'll find out whether the six months of coil had done the trick. I'll know whether I can get my long awaited shot of IUI and I'll find out whether I am on my way to join the haves or the have nots.
It is a scary but exciting time.
Anyway it is a bit late, but I've had my eye of the ball for the last few days. But if you have a moment pop over to Fertility Authority to see why you should never tell someone with blue eyes that they must have perfect vision. (By the way the italics over there aren't mine, but if you read italics like I do they make me sound more sarcastic than usual in this post, so forgive that.)