So.

I walked into her office, trying to hide the fact that I was shaking.  Why?  Because I was terrified that she would hate me.  I had tissues stuffed in both pockets of my denim jacket, because I know that ANYTHING makes me cry now.. this would definitely be anything.  I sat down at her conference table, with her across from me, and ..

.. I completely avoided the conversation.  I asked how her holiday was, how her plants were doing, if she got any good pics of her recent trip..

And, a half hour later, I said that I wanted two days off in June.  She said she thought that would be fine.  And I stood to leave.

Then, as if the third party involved got a vote, my tummy GROWLED.  Now, you’ve never heard noises like the one your stomach makes when you’re pregnant.  They are insane.  And she looked at me funny.  So I sat back down.

“The big one..” I said.

“Okay, the big one.” she said.

I took a deep breath and immediately lowered my eyes.  “The big one is that I’m 13 weeks pregnant.  I’m due on December 1st and I don’t plan to stay out any later than our leave allows.  I know the timing sucks, but..”

She finally interrupted me.  “Sarah.. timing never sucks on a baby.  Congratulations!”  And I finally met her eyes and saw her beaming from ear-to-ear.  Then she asked the dreaded question, “Aren’t you excited?”

Ah, this one I knew the answer to.  “I HATE BEING PREGNANT,” I moaned.  She laughed.  And then we talked about the season finale of The Office.

So, all in all, it’s done.  And five minutes later, it was pretty much forgotten or a non-issue.  Because I’m that girl who doesn’t need validation or a badge or sympathy or even knowing glances. 

I’m the girl with the curly hair and dark eyes.