The Baby's in their Court

So I just faxed my proposed maternity leave over to my bosses. I compromised and asked for something between what I’d get in a small West-African nation and in Scandinavia. I requested 20 weeks off, with pay and a weekly Swedish massage, which seemed reasonable to me, especially after I learned that in Canada, not only can you take a year off, but the government sends a Lapp teenager around to your house every other week to prepare you well-balanced meals and shovel your driveway.