Um, Then Again...

Ok, remember how I said my "Secret Last Day" was going to be August 12th? Screw that. If this monkey isn't out by next Friday, I'm not coming back in. I cannot handle anymore speculation of when she's going to pop out. One of my co-workers assumed that I wasn't coming back after THIS Friday. I see no reason to stay home when I am 100% healthy and can still take the stairs without collapsing (last week almost killed me but I'm much better now). The only reason to stay home would be to avoid people which is looking more valid every day.

Plus, if I name a last day before I go into labor, I will not have to report to the office that I AM in labor which will avoid any surprise visits at the hospital and prevent everyone from knowing what my body is doing at the moment. As much as I complain, it occurred to me yesterday that if no one showed an interest in my pregnancy, I would be upset so I just need to suck it up.

I've given my co-workers a bad rap. Most of them are good people and almost all of them mean well. However, all but two are women and women, by nature, like to get all up in yo' business especially when the pack mentality kicks in. One of the men in the office expresses sympathy by constantly asking how I'm feeling. I always say "great" but I'm going to start turning the question around and asking him the same unless he sincerely wants to know about the strong punches to my cervix that make me double over in pain.