When I was telling you about surprising Cara in the ATL airport yesterday, I mentioned that, whilst I was waiting for her to clear customs, I had one of the strangest conversations of my life. If you’ll remember, I had just defeated Delta by getting out of my car before they could get Cara off the plane. As I waited at the arrivals area, other than the Delta representatives, there was no other soul waiting with me (Cara’s mom was meeting me there but she hadn’t arrived yet).

So I’m standing there watching a wee bit of CNN (side note: I find Anderson Cooper to be one of the most attractive men on the planet and I don’t care who knows it), a woman came through the door, immediately walked up to me and began asking me if I knew if a certain flight had landed yet.

As I tried to find it on the arrivals screen, she told me that her husband was on the flight and that, because of the work-related trip, she hadn’t seen him in six months. I immediately began gushing because, hello, two of my favorite things in life are love and airports and I have this dream of one day being met at the airport by someone whose arms I run to and by “I have this dream” I mean “I once actually scripted a conversation between myself and an Imaginary Boyfriend in the event I was ever picked up at the airport by a real boyfriend.”

But back to the matter at hand.

So I’m gushing and the woman’s eyes light up as she lays her hand on my shoulder, leans in and says “Can I tell you something?” I nod and she says — AND I KID YOU NOT — “Tonight I’m going to get pregnant!”

And I’m just standing there because, hello, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT?

Luckily for me, I didn’t need to say anything because she wasn’t finished –

“The reason I know I’m going to get pregnant tonight is because I’m ovulating today!”

Y’all. Y’ALL. I was just in shock. I began looking around and behind me because I was certain — I mean, CERTAIN — that someone had set me up to be on a hidden camera show and I just didn’t know it yet. Like, I turned a full circle around myself because I was convinced — CONVINCED — that someone had a camera hidden to film my reaction whilst some random woman shared her ovulation schedule with me.

Seeing as no one approached me later to ask for my permission to appear on a hidden camera show, I can only assume that this was an actual, genuine experience and that, roughly nine months from now, there will be a new baby born somewhere in the greater Atlanta area.

Ah, the miracle of new life.