The reality of pregnancy just hit me.

I was eating peas just now, taking my time at the end of the meal -- okay, playing with my food actually, splitting them apart with my fingernails and admiring how the peas always pop into neat alternating rows on each side of the pod -- and when I opened one up it appeared to have skipped a step, instead of left right left right left right it was left right left right right left, with a little withered thing on one side where a pea should have been. And I realized I was looking at the 5 percent or whatever of buds that fail to become viable. And the two adjacent ones had grown unusually large in the extra space they'd been granted.

It wasn't at all an omg-what-if-we-miscarriage worry, more of a suddenly-understanding-the-biology-at-a-gut-level kind of thing.

I meant to take a picture, but at some point between sitting down to type this out and now, I must have eaten the evidence.

Writing that made me curious, and I discovered that the first google result for miscarriage probability is a russian linkfarm selling some kind of vitamin. Whoever invested in those keywords is just cold, man.