Judging by the fact that I got 🤛for showing up to work yesterday I’d say we’re officially on baby watch.
And so we round out the evil thoughts from the third:
Oh The Sarcasm:
Waiter: “I see you’re pregnant so let me tell you about our dessert menu.”
Me: “Yes, tell me about your assortment of tums.”
*Note to people: if you start out with an observation of my physical appearance and assume I want something, unless you’re offering a day to myself and a good night’s sleep, I will take offense.
Jase Feels It: Being pregnant has enabled me to perfect my “Mom’s Not F-ing Around Face.”
Justin Feels It:
Me: “How’s your wife doing? I know we’re due around the same time.”
Coworker: “So good - she hasn’t really complained about anything.”
Me: “Hold onto that because my husband has definitely heard about it.”
Giving Up: Just assume that I’ll have food crumbs on me at any given moment.
No Appreciation: I’ve decided that shaving your legs while this pregnant is like performing in Cirque Du Soleil but nobody is clapping for your amazing performance...
I’m Moving: My office that is... all meetings with me are officially relocated to the women’s restroom because that’s where you can find me at most any moment.
In reality this pregnancy has been smoother than the first (Jase, know that one day I’ll talk about the 2 rounds of bed rest and hospital food that you put me through). And while I love the outcome I’m definitely still not a fan of the process so let’s go little girl - we’re ready for you!
