Innocent lunch conversations

Oh the torture. We had a new team member start this week, after one of my coworkers left, and we all finally went out to lunch today, after the mandatory computer training the new person has been doing. Well, between the four of us, we have a 6-year old, a 4-year old and an 8-month old. Three of us have one child each. Of course you all know who the odd one out is. The old spinster lady who doesn't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband, to want to try to conceive with. And who is probably past it anyway, as I'm the oldest of the group (maybe, don't know the age of the new coworker yet but I'm guessing she's younger).

And as that was the big thing that the others had in common, pretty much all they talked about at lunch was kids. Torture. Luckily, K., who knows about my infertility, was fairly sensitive and made a valiant effort at changing the subject a few times back to work, but the boss kept going right back to talking about kids.

Gack is all I'm going to say. It seems to be an appropriate word today. Even just an innocent occasion to welcome a new coworker can turn into a slap in the face.