Backstory, which I guess I never mentioned here, but clipped from a thread on IM:

FINALLY, it turns out one of my husband’s friends found out sort of
accidentally that I was pregnant. he lives out of state, and was
visiting and called and made a general comment of "So, planning on
kids?" and dave said "Well, yeah, actually, there’s one on the way, but
don’t say anything just yet, it’s pretty early." He must have said
somethingto a local friend, though, because every time Dave talks to
the local guy (a wonderful person, used to be Dave’s boss, very much a
father figure to Dave and an unabashed family man himself) he’s asked
"So, any news for me? Any little ones on the way?" and Dave just says
‘no.’

I just in the last week found out that Dave has NEVER TOLD FRIEND 1
that I miscarried. It’s probably been the biggest, weirdest thing of
theis whole experience — I dread running into the local guy and having
him look at me and think I AM, or that Dave is lying, or something…
and as I told Dave, "as the one who miscarried, I am ASKING you to just
tell them what happened." he’s not sure how to bring it up in
conversation, though, so he hasn’t mentioned it. And he figures since
Friend 1 wasn’t supposed to say anything, (but so obviously did, since
he was at the local friend’s house when they had the initial convo) he
doesn’t need to tell people who ‘shouldn’t know’ anything.

I’m half tempted to email both of them and say "Yes, I was, but I’m not
now and so it wasn’t just a weird game of ‘telephone’ and you heard
wrong or anything…" Gah.

This is still bothering me.  I went out for a long drive with Andy last night, and talked about it, how I just hate that he never untold this guy.  At lunch today, I asked Dave if I could just email them, just so they KNOW, because it’s weird — for me — to have this unclosed story out there.  But, dave argued, "He doesn’t even live here, the next time we see him maybe you’ll be pregnant again."  He had a point, Aron lives in Michigan after all, and is moving to Jordan soon. So, whatever. But still. It bugged.

So, today Andy and I went to campus to do some paperwork (Yay- I get a free parking permit! Boo – my new MaineCard photo is ATROCIOUS. Yay! I get the 2k raise! Boo — the graduate school office HAS NO RECORD of my GA position. Yay! It’s all set, they’re faxing it over on Tuesday. WHew.) and get our campus fix.  After running between several buildings to get stuff signed and such, Andy swung into the e-mail lounge, this bank of apples that you stand at to chek your email or whatever — people who just need quick internet access, not a full lab. I follow him in and look to my left. No way. Nuh-uh.  I stand at a computer next to another guy, who looks familiar, and I say, nonchalantly…. "Aron?"

He lives in MICHIGAN, people. MICH.I.GAN. And he was checking his email in the basement of memorial union. What are the fucking ODDS? He was here because of the move to Jordan, he and his girlfriend drove his car here to leave with his mom (okay, he grew up here, increasing the odds) while they are gone.

We talked a bit, I met his (unbelievably hot, Go Aron!) girlfriend and nothing was mentioned of pregnancy or the like.  I told him to call dave, that we’d love to have them for dinner one night, and it was great to see him.  When we walked away, Andy asked "Was that … the guy you were talking about?" and I said "YEP."  "So, is that why you had your hands folded over your stomach the whole time?"  I didn’t realize I had, so maybe it was subconscious.

But still. FUCK that was weird.