Last year when I was pregnant I did something pretty stupid. And it's something that newly pregnant people do all the time, even optimistic infertile ones. What was this transgression? Well, after having a healthy heartbeat confirmed I relaxed a little, and, apparently, became a little too confident. In addition to signing up online for various pregnancy updates I also ordered a subscription to Fit Pregnancy magazine. By the time the subscription actually made it to my mailbox at the end of the street my pregnancy was done and over with. In fact, I believe that the bill from the last ultrasound came on the same day as the magazine. Ouch. I cried. Then I tried emailing to end my subscription. I even sent a letter via snail mail. The magazine never did stop. Each time I found another one in the mailbox it stung a little less and eventually I quit crying about it and started to just shake my head. Each magazine was added to the others before it on the bookshelf. I just got my last issue in April. I gave them all away to a pregnant co-worker a couple of weeks ago. Finally, it was behind me. Or was it?
Yesterday in the mail I received a big, thick 9x12 envelope. I didn't recognize the return address and couldn't imagine what it might be. Inside I found a letter. From the publisher of Fit Pregnancy. The letter explained that since I allowed my subscription to expire they missed me, and as such, had included a copy of another magazine, Mom and Baby. I didn't cry. But I did shake my head, and even chuckled a little bit, as I resisted the urge to stuff it back in the envelope and mail it back to the publisher along with a surly letter. I realize that the person who made the decision to use this method to retain customers is only thinking of the 95% of pregnant women who will go on to have a real live baby, however, how come nobody ever thinks of those who aren't blessed with a real live baby at the end of a pregnancy? Is it really too much to ask?