There comes a point in time during the trajectory towards adulthood when someone you know becoming pregnant is suddenly a good thing and not a bad one. Years and years of using prayer as a form of birth control just goes away, and you find yourself being surrounded by friends not so far out of the woods of reckless teenage irresponsibility that actively court the presence of buns in their ovens. Janey Pancakes pointed this phenomenon out to me first, so i think they should call it The Pancakes Point.

You cross The Pancakes Point one day, without warning: a threshold of some sort is passed and when someone says they're mit kinder, the appropriate response is no longer "Oh, shit, what are you gonna do?" or "Is it mine?" but rather, simply and sincerely, "Way to go, Gus and Val!"

So:

In the middle of a war, everything feeling like it's all going sideways and all the rest of it, I say, simply and sincerely, Way to go, Gus & Val!