It was confided to me around a bon fire like sacred knowledge—words of survival from those who had gone before me. The further along she gets, the more you’ll want to find excuses to keep yourself out of the house. The feminist in me was offended. Here again was the hysterical woman troupe that I had spent so much of my life battling. But the advice didn’t come with laughter; it didn’t feel like part of the old boys’ club. The looks around me were solemn as all of the men nodded their heads and spoke affirmations. Work late. Take up hobbies. Whatever it takes.