The first rule of pregnancy is you don’t talk about pregnancy. Do not ask a woman if she’s pregnant unless you are 100000000000000000000000000000% sure she’s knocked up. It’s like meeting a bald guy and asking him how long he’s had cancer. I am over the line cautious about this. A woman on a train does not want me to be the only person available to help her if she’s about to give birth. She could be standing there with a belly the size of a beach ball and a puddle of water at her feet and I’d be like “I don’t want to offend her, maybe she’s just fat, drunk and pissed herself. I’ll just mind my own business.”
On the opposite side of the spectrum, you have the baby proponents giving advice to people who don’t want children. I’ve heard people say that they don’t want kids just to have someone reply to them “Oh, you’ll change your mind some day.” That’s not very nice. How would you feel if you told someone you were pregnant and they replied, “Oh, you’ll regret that”? The people who aren’t having kids are probably the one’s that should be having kids. They’re smarter than the rest of us.
In the new world, women who are pregnant should wear some sort of identifier during the first 6 months so we don’t make that embarrassing mistake.
AND SO IT SHALL BE WRITTEN!