I just don’t know what else to say, really.

There is a coworker I have worked with “virtually” for a couple of years now, but never really met face-to-face.  He’s here this week to attend a couple of meetings, so I went down to introduce myself and finally put a face to the voice.

This is our conversation.  For reals.

Me: Hey!

Him: Hey!  It’s so nice to finally meet you!

Me: Likewise!  How was your trip?

Him: You know.  Airlines are a mess.  You look great, though!  How’s that baby coming?

Me: He’s great.  Absolutely perfect.

Him: I’m so glad to hear that!  When’s the big day?

Me: .. big day?

Him: Yeah!  When’re you due?

I’m good at putting on a front.  I’ll admit that.  But although I kept talking, I know my emotions were just all over my face.

Me: He was born December 7th, actually.  Perfect baby boy.

Him: Oh.  Ohmygod.  I didn’t know.. I mean.. ohgod.

Me: No, no, don’t worry about it.  I am wearing a maternity top.  And Lord knows that baby weight isn’t easy to get off..

Him: Oh, no, please don’t explai.. I mean, ohmygod.

Me: Hey, don’t worry about it.  Don’t give it another thought.  Just because I’m going to obsess over that remark all day doesn’t mean you have to.

I want to crawl in a hole and die.

I’m closing comments to this post because I really don’t want or need a barrage of “you look great!” comments.  I know you all are fabulous and would naturally say the perfect thing, but there are times when an ego is so wounded nothing soothes it.  I’ll be fine, promise.  Just wanted to share with you what a crappy week it’s been.