I just didn’t want to wait for the weather to change to lock that down.

Got to lock it down.

Is that what you wanted to text me about? Your anniversary?

No.

Okay . . .

I’m nervous to tell you.

Is it about me?

No!

No. Sorry. It’s about me.

Are you sick?

No. Sorry.

Stop asking me urgent questions, so I can finish typing it . . .

Sorry, sorry. I’ll wait my turn.

I think I’m pregnant.

Really?

Yeah.

Why did that take you so long to type?

Oh my God, Jennifer. It started out longer, but you kept interrupting me.

You really think you’re pregnant?

Maybe.

Is that . . . possible?

Are you asking whether Lincoln and I still have sex?

I am NEVER asking whether ANYONE is having sex.

Well, we do. We have sex. That’s not a problem.

Okay, I’m glad.

We should talk about sex more.

You and Lincoln?

No, you and me.

You have chosen the wrong best friend.

Women are supposed to talk to each other about sex. It’s supposed to be healthy. And empowering.

Jennifer

Well, I’ve never been much of either.

Beth

There is a shrug emoji, you know.

I’m old-school. I like this guy:

He’s like “Meep.”

Do you type him out every time?

I’ve got a shortcut on my phone.

Meep.

Jennifer. I really think I might be pregnant.

So that’s . . . possible? You still get your period?

I would have told you if I stopped having periods.

Would you?

Yes!

It’s been so long since I had a period, I sort of forgot people our age get them. In my mind, periods are for teenagers.

Like snap bracelets? And jelly sandals?

And cyber-bullying.

1. I’m sorry to flaunt my uterus privilege.

2. I feel like you’re not really responding to my pregnancy concerns.

1. Hey. It’s okay. I don’t think either of us has much uterus privilege.

2. I’m not sure what to say.

3. Why aren’t you at your anniversary dinner?

I’m meeting Lincoln outside the restaurant. He’s late.

You’re eating inside a restaurant?

It’s Nia’s—they have outdoor seating, but you have to go inside and wait for it. But you can’t get in line until your whole party is here.

Wear a good mask.

I always wear a good mask.

You don’t think I’m pregnant.

Do you.

I don’t think anything; talk me through your thinking.

Oh my God, some young guy just winked at me.

Beth, I think we need to have a little talk about the birds and the bees. That’s not exactly how it happens.

I just peeked inside the restaurant to check on the line, and he winked at me!

What did you do?

I got the hell out of there! I’m a married woman, and he’s clearly a maniac.