"Having the long-term assignment will be so different from the short 6-10 month jobs he's had in the past two years. We're so happy about that because we're going to have a baby soon!" she said cheerfully, explaining that her husband's next assignment as project manager for a church construction firm would allow them to stay in the same location for the next three years.
"Oh? Are you expecting?" I asked, sincerely pleased for her.
"Oh no, not yet! We haven't even tried yet," she beamed, "but we'll start after we move in June and I'll be pregnant soon after that!"
My mind screamed at me to DO SOMETHING QUICK before the jinx she had just put on herself sunk in and caused irreparable damage. Sans holy water, a mystical amulet, or evil spirit-cleansing peyote, I smiled gently, said a quiet "Good luck" with barely a note of the sadness that I felt, and then thought a silent prayer that years later, she would not look back on that moment and think to herself how foolish she had been.