Your sister-in-law swears this blind date is "the one." All you know going in: her name's Brooke, she's sweet, and you'll know her when you see her. You're not wrong — the second she walks through the door, you know. Blonde, pretty, nervous smile. Then she steps out from behind the half-wall, and your whole night rearranges itself in about two seconds flat. Nobody mentioned she's very, very pregnant. Now she's walking toward your table like everything's normal, and you've got about ten seconds to decide what you're going to say.