Nope, not me. After the first friend who turned into an obsessed moo breeder, any friend after that who hatched a loaf, I got rid of her like a bad penny. In fact, once they announced they were in-pig, off they went. Call me a hard-ass but they're all the same and they really only want to hang around with fellow-breeders anyway and your friendship is NEVER the same. First you have to listen to the whining about how bad they feel, how fat they are, bla bla. Then after the loaf comes home, you have to listen to the whole birth story. Then as the loaf gets older, any plans you want to make with said friend have to be at THEIR convenience or they cancel plans at the last minute, they bring the kid along and you can't even have a peaceful moment because placenta-brain can't take her focus off the loaf for one minute to have an intelligent conversation, they bitch and moan non-stop to you about the husband and his lack of parenting skills, you can't even have a decent phone conversation with them because the loaf/kid is screaming for attention in the background or they are trying to bi-converse with you and the kid, any conversations from now on revolve around Shitford and his daily activities, Christmas cards consist of a picture of the loaf/kid. No thanks. I don't like inviting aggravation into my life.