Jun 06
22
But… I’m Pregnant…. [blink blink]
Greg got kicked in the head last night. Probably the first of many, I’m sure. The kick was from the baby, of course, not from me. He gets stronger every day, and it’s kind of fun watching my belly do contortions on its own.
I told Greg that now I’m at 22 weeks that means only 18 weeks left and he’s starting to go into panic mode. We are trying to declutter like mad, and feel like we are getting absolutely nowhere. At my last Dr’s appointment went really well. I’m happy, healthy,and have only gained 1 pound in the last 4 weeks. Hopefully the gain will continue to be reasonable until the end. Then I can be a “Hot Mom” after. WooHoo!
In my line of work (registrars office at t a college), there are a lot of demanding or rude students and Parents, especially. The students make mistakes, and we get blamed for it. The parents want to know information about their kids, and we say no, according to the law, and we get yelled at.
My guilty pleasure now is talking about being pregnant and pushing out my belly, just a little. For some reason, people are afraid to upset a pregnant lady. They all of a sudden start being nice and gushy and saying things like “Oh, that’s ok.” Is it wrong of me to use my pregnancy to deflect jerks who are complaining because of their stupidity? I don’t think so, you use what you got, but maybe I’m wrong.
My co-workers use the pregnant card now too, if they need a “supervisor” they’ve gotten the preggy chick to come up from the back to deal with ornery customers. Again, wrong? Maybe, but it works.
