Being pregnant at work is kind of like being a Jr. High School kid all over again. Your body is changing. Your boobs are getting bigger. You're looking very womanly. It's hard not to be self conscious of your enlarged booty, or chestier sweaters, and of course, the belly. After all, these are people with whom I share a workplace handbook and sexual harassment policy. I shouldn't even be thinking about them thinking about my boobs getting bigger, or about HOW I got this way to begin with. Probably people are thinking about it all a lot less than I imagine, but it's all just so OUT there-- there's no hiding it.
Mostly the experience is pleasant-- I really do appreciate the regular acknowledgments that I'm going through something monumental-- but at the margins it can be weird. Maybe that's why people want to direct their comments towards the baby-to-be in there, and the cute belly I have, because we all know that it would be way too easy to cross the line into the gooey, hormonal, anatomical world of what it's really like to be gestating.
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