Dear History Professor,
Thank you for sharing so much of your life with us on the first day of class. I was touched that you felt comfortable enough to tell us you were raped in college and that you placed your child up for adoption. I was empowered when I heard you talk about your decision to go to graduate school, because I too am thinking about going to graduate school after my undergrad is finished. I even smiled when you talked about having a child this time a year ago, as I remember a year ago I was in the midst of a custody case with my niece a year ago, too.
The only thing that made me cringe was when you shared with the class that you "might" be expecting number three right now, but that you weren't sure.
As an infertile student, the thought of hearing about your pregnancy for sixteen weeks is enough to send me over the edge. Please try your best to keep things on track so I can focus on the history of the United States instead of how I can't get pregnant myself.
Your Infertile Student