Thank you. I'm one of those whose overactive imagination (and some really awful TV shows) have conspired to make me a sweaty-palmed, every-muscle-tensed, eyes-darting flier who, especially on landings in Denver, is sure she's going to die. Right there, in that crowded plane, with half a centimeter between my knees and the seat in front of me. Furthermore, thank you for explaining that the wings won't fall off -- I was sure they would, with all that flapping and all (can't the pilot SEE that?). I'm going to print and memorize your article and repeat it like a gregorian chant the next time I fly. Oh, and please tell all those other airlines that we fearful fliers LOVE United and their channel 9. It gives us a sense of confidence that y'all have it under control.

You're kidding, right? Have you ever HAD a Czech beer?

Why don't we clap? Perhaps because the pilot is behind a locked door. Or because the computer flew and landed the plane. Or because it's uncool to be anything other than blase about air travel.

Or because we forgot that it's really cute and from now on, you're right, we will do it. We'll clap. Jaded passengers be damned, we're going to clap. Except when in first class (our hands will be occupied with our glass of wine - served in glass - and our metal cutlery - because people in first class aren't terrorists).

Did you ever think that maybe you could change the world and fall asleep in the arms of a good woman, that they're not necessarily mutually exclusive? Why is it an either/or?

Can we please just stop over-analyzing every little link between nail biting mothers and left-handed children, or side-sleeping fathers and "chitlins" who talk back at age 12? What happened to just enjoying the process and believing that children are individuals, not products of pre-determined triggers? Oh, wait, maybe I'm saying that because my mother laughed during pregnancy. Or did she not laugh enough?

I'm an executive recruiter at a major corporation... so take my comments with a grain of salt.

It's all in the delivery. If you feel defensive and worried, you'll sound that way, and it will be a flag. When the recruiter asks you why you left, be confident, explain the situation briefly (!!), and move on. If the person asks for more detail, offer it up, but never, ever say anything unprofessional. Own the situation with terms like "I disagreed strongly on direction." Do not whine, complain, blame, or suggest any "woe is me" thinking. They won't hire you if you do. And line up some references, high-level ones, who will support you.

Most of all, do not, repeat do not have any interviews until you've set aside the emotion and your explanation is crystal clear in your mind... and you can deliver it with confidence. Don't shoot yourself in the foot with your own humiliation. If you believe what you say, then the humiliation will dissipate.

Cary, nowhere in your answer did you even think of what this would do to the child... growing up knowing that Mom wants nothing to do with him or her. What a sad, sad tragedy. Horrible advice.

I don't have the right answer, but do know that whatever it is, it should look at the whole picture. You left out the big elephant in the room. See it?

Maybe I'm not so excited about pregnancy after all...

We all have opinions, but none of us has your answer. Are you looking for validation?

Is everyone around here named "Anonymous?" Yoohoo, come up with a username that's not your real name, and, voila, you're anonymous but not Anonymous. And then we don't have to keep explaining what time the Anonymous with whom we anonymously want to argue in an anonymous forum wrote a post that he/she signed Anonymous.

I, for one, will use my real name. Yeah, my real name. Look me up in the phone book.