Okay. So I was pissed. (Obviously.) And yes, the original reason I was pissed still stands. But in the short span of time in which I published that and now, I’ve been given four reasons why I don’t let pregnancy get in my way.

• I walked in to greet our visiting assessment team (the reason we’re all in a tailspin this week) and was told by the group, “Well, with a face like that around, the pleasure is all ours.” He followed that up with, “I remember you.. you were the hostess in charge of the offsite we attended.” (I wasn’t.. my coworker was.. when she decided to show up. But they didn’t remember her.)
• I was scurrying around the building to make sure everything was set up for our first meeting of the day, which is typically not a big meeting, but since we have visitors it has been insane. The program manager breezed by me and smiled. He asked how I was doing. My usual response followed: “I’m lovely. How are you?” He smiled back, “Not nearly as lovely as you.” (There are people who work with him daily that don’t get this attention from him.)
• I went downstairs to find my boss as frustrated as I was. This made me happy.. to know that I wasn’t the only one already exhausted. We bitched together for a minute, and then went on our ways. I like being friends with my boss, especially when we both carry our own weight.
• When I came back up, a plate of steaming breakfast food waited at my desk with a note from our caterer that read: “Saved you some scones when I didn’t see you at the chow line. Sometimes the people who are too busy to eat are the people who need it the most.” I was soooo moved.. one, that he remembered how much I LURVE his scones and two, that he found my desk and did that for me.

So I need to quit bitching and just write my preplanned post about buying a new bra and slicing my finger open a la SNL’s Julia Child.