So yesterday I get into a chat with my next-door neighbor. As a few of you may recall, she served three years as the founding commissioner of the Women's Professional Soccer league here in the U.S. For example, she helped negotiate the contract to bring Marta from Brazil to play in the U.S. So it's always great watching matches with her for her perspective. (Her verdict from this week's friendlies: the U.S. Men's team is going down in flames.)
So she's had her baby a few years ago. And apparently they're doing that lesbian thing where her partner/wife is now having her baby this turn around, and she's due in less than two weeks. Due around opening day of the 2014 WC, in fact. (Great planning, yeah? Clearly this wasn't an accidental pregnancy.)
So her partner is asking her about medical logistics around the day when she has her first baby, and my neighbor is like, "I'm sorry -- I've got plans" (i.e., sitting on the couch in front of the TV to watch the World Cup).
Cold, but awesome.