Why does there have to be a big announcement?
so that you can get FAT LOOT, of course!
But when I start walking around looking like I'm smuggling basketballs won't that be the same as an announcement?
Help me here, Berry! How do I get the fat loot without opening myself up for TONS more opportunities for people to rub the World's Cutest Sodium-induced Water Retention Belly??
BTW, I told my mother about our conversation yesterday regarding the Oversharing Strategy and she's planning on using it for those jackasses at her office that know she had skin cancer removed (and has the resulting stitches and bandages) but insist on making jokes about her running into a doorframe. "Yup, and I'm so clumsy that every time I change my dressings there's bloody mucous on the gauze plug in my nostril." I'm so proud I cried a teary tear.
You may have to make the trade. Of course, you could always wear the DO NOT TOUCH ME shirt to the shower. :D
I wouldn't think you would make an announcement. I would think that's something your coworkers do for you. "Did you know Melly's having a baby? Let's give her fat loot!" Especially since most people already know. I'm with you; no announcement is necessary.
Especially since most people already know. I'm with you; no announcement is necessary.
Thank you. :)
I will be shocked beyond compare if I get an office shower. We're not that kind of office. And I'm so ok with that. I guess I had my attention whore gene supressed by the vitamins or something because I'm watching women flip out about this and I'm like "Dude, simmer down. You're getting a baby. Best. Present. Ever. Quit getting your knickers in a twist because the office didn't declare it "OMG She's Princess of the Universe" Day."
Um.. or maybe that's just me.
OMG I love that Icon. Made me flash to watchin West Wing sitting at on the floor at the bottom of your bed. *love the mellies*
Steve and I are rewatching all of them. We've got S1-3 in the house and Netflix brought us 4. Happiness. :)
There's an intermediate stage where people kind of give you a look and wonder. The announcement, just gives themn leeway to talk to you about it. No one wants to ask a woman if she's pregnant and be told No I've just gained 40 pounds you big flaming asshat.
But, the non-announcement, might also keep random office mates from telling you their birth story about 40 times too. So, really, completely up to you.
I wanted to have a sign on my forehead that said. Yes, I am Pregnant, now quit STARING.
The thing is, it's not a secret. And it's not like I'm not telling people. And that makes me even more reticent to say anything because at least a dozen people in this place are going to go "Um.. yeah.. she told us already." I've got projects due to finish up on the 14th of August so I've already told everyone involved with those and all of my Client Services folks know. So, no, there's not going to be an announcement. But there will be enough people who know that if someone says "Is she just fat??" there will be an in-the-know person nearby to say "No, she's due in August."
I'm totally fine with that. I'm pretty sick and fucking tired of the advice, random stories, "I remember when I was pregnant..." incidents, and people who've decided that having been through this once or twice this makes them either doctors or world-class experts, and if not making a big deal of it is the way around that so be it.
I'm living vicariously through you, cause I missed all that stuff. I never minded the war stories from the veterans, but I also had it for a very short period of time.
I'm glad your mom's doing well.
Pls to see further explanation below. Pls to also note I have had cheerios and am feeling MUUUUCH better now. :)
Sorry for the outburst.
Also, apparently, I'm hungry and turning into a flaming bitch.
I'm quite grateful for the kind words and thoughts of my office, I am. I just sometimes wish that the first thing everyone's OB told them was "Every pregnancy is different," and they remembered that.
I know, as much as I can without having been through it, how bad it can be, I have a wide range of possibilities among my friends. From emergency c-sections to smooth vaginal delivery to "Sweet Jesus, they left a SPONGE INSIDE YOU!?!?" so I've heard a lot of stories. And if I won't know for sure how bad it is until it's my turn, then why do people think it's worth trying to tell me or scare me? I'm pleased that they've all recovered from their episiotomy/c-section/pelvic bruising/botched epidural/alien probe, and I'm glad that they're now blissfully happy with their children in spite of the allergic reaction to the diapers/inability to breastfeed/spitting up 82 times a day/cochlear implant/other screaming children, and I'm pretty sure I'll recover from whatever happens to me and be happy with the child I bring home. So why do they act like I should be prepared for exactly what happened to them? I'll read up on as many possibilities as I can (on advice from you), take my classes, do my exercises, and make sure my husband and my mommy are there and that's the best preparation I can have.
Everyone is different. Everyone feels different things at different times and some people go through the whole thing being able to eat chicken and sleep through the night, I don't. So why, instead of saying "This worked for me, hope you find what works for you," do they feel the need to pass down advice like it's the received wisdom of the universe?
Also? Why do they keep feeling the need to dictate to me what I will and won't be able to do in the next few months? I'm sorry that they developed gestational diabetes/ got put on bed rest/couldn't stand the smell of their husband's skin/couldn't see their own feet after 30wks/delivered prematurely/got that alien probe/weren't allowed to travel more than 30 minutes from the hospital. On the flip side, I'm very happy that they lost all their baby weight in three weeks/ran with their newborn in the local Turkey Trot 5k/took an 8-day-old to Pennsic while recovering from a c-section/won the lottery and got a live-in nanny. And I know that any/all of those things could happen to me (except the alien probe.. and probably the lottery) I just resent their treating their reality like my foregone conclusion.
I know this is my pay-back for having been a busybody in the past, I probably deserve this, it's just I'm so tired right now and my tolerance for people I don't love is so small. I don't want my coworkers to suffer for it and I know they're going to get the frustrated side of me. I wish I could offer them advice on how to advise me, y'know? :) I wish I could say to them "My friends are trying really hard to ask how I'm feeling because they want to know, not because they're waiting in the wings with a story about how they felt. My friends are saying things like "Read up on all the possibilities, I wasn't preapared and it was very hard for me" instead of "You should be ready for X cuz that's what happened to me." My friends are asking how they can help because they care and they know that I'd help them in a heartbeat if I could and that's what friends do, they are NOT trying to get me to do my Kegels by scaring me so much that every muscle I have tenses. Be a friend. If you really want to know how I am I'll tell you, but if not why don't you get me an herbal tea and let's talk about your upcoming project."
If it were not for my friends I'd have to spend the next six months working from under my covers. *love*
All examples are true.. except the alien probe.. and the two most shocking, the sponge and the 8-day-old at Pennsic, those are both Kendrah.
Cheerios are the staple of my life. They are omnipresent. Bianca has learned to love the cheerios. She eats them, much as Jamie eats her dog food. Sometimes they trade.
Don't you feel better now that you wrote that all out though? Also, I left you spacey voice mail last night on the way home from choir practice, where they still haven't removed their heads from their bottoms long enough to give me a solo. *le sigh* If this is my biggest problem though, I can deal :)
I love you, people are dorks. Your clan, we are dorks too, but we try hard to be good.
Here if you need us.