Don

Tonight, as I’m washing the rice cooker, my Chinese scholar friend Don, who is working on his PhD, comes into the kitchen.  “Oh!  Let me help you,”  he says.  “You know, pregnant women in China don’t do anything.  After a woman becomes pregnant, she is supposed to rest, and her husband and mother take care of everything.”

Oh, to be pregnant in China.

Or not.  Much as I’d like to be laying in bed eating soup and memorizing whole seasons of the Gilmore Girls for the next six months, I guess I prefer my independence.