I like being “out” at work.  Because it inspires people to say things like, “I would’ve never known!” and “You are one of those cute pregnant ladies!” and “You’re handling it beautifully!”.

And, admittedly, I like to hear all of those things.

Nothing has changed much at work.  I’m still the smart-ass I always am.  I still take three flights of stairs to get to my desk.  I still park in the back parking lot.  I rarely take a lunch break. (I’m going to get better about that one – I swear!)

But it’s different because I don’t feel like I’m carrying a lie. 

Now I can waddle without wondering if people have labeled me as “the tard of the second floor”.  I can hold my tummy when I need to without worrying that it’s silly-looking.  And I can admit that there’s a reason I have weird bodily noises now: “it’s the baby.”

Tomorrow.. SUSHI THURSDAY!

Totally worth reading.  And the author is HOTT.

 

As the girl who drooled over this boyish, thin on top, slightly feminine genius of physical comedy, I was so happy to hear this. (And now you know why I lurve Bryan.)