I’ve been working the saltines by the bed, in the car, and now at my desk at work. Except I feel that I’ve been caught–perhaps twice–by at least 2 co-workers.
I had the saltines out yesterday and my co-worker seemed to recognize them well. Saltines? She said. So I replied: Um, yeah, we had them at home so I thought why not bring them in to munch on. Bad lie?
Today was worse though. A woman said: Saltines? Everything okay? Me: Sure, I just wanted something plain to eat mid-morning. Uh, yeah, I couldn’t look her in the face.
She said, Well I just wanted to be sure since that usually means a bun is in the oven. !!!!!!! Then she said I was turning red and I think she felt bad because she later wrote an email saying that she hoped she didn’t offend me.
And finally, a male co-worker friends with the first co-worker who questioned the saltines definitely took a long look at my gut.
Well, I’ll be seven weeks exactly tomorrow. Let’s hope on Wednesday I have a good report on the progress, especially the heartbeat.
Pray for us.
itsy bitsy mama