okay, here we go again.
Yet another, unmarried lady in my office has just announced that she is pregnant.
I’ve lost track of how many that is now.
I’m not as upset by it this time. Because I have come to the conclusion that I don’t want to be actually pregnant. I just want children.
Watching my other co-workers deal with the daily trials and tribulation of pregnancy itself has sort of cured me of the “rose-colored-glasses” view of pregnancy that I used to have. See I’ve never been in this kind of close day-to-day contact with a pregnant woman before. I’ve known plenty of people who were pregnant, but never had daily contact with them. It makes a huge difference.
If I had ever gotten pregnant I would be thrilled. But I didn’t and I’m learning to find joy in the idea that My ribs will never be kicked unmercifully by a small being that I can’t argue with. My hips will never be broken by a 10 pound baby being delivered the old fashioned way. My bladder will stay where it is thankyouverymuch.
In short, though my throat aches at the thought, yes. She is pregnant and here I sit. ………Waiting to hear good news from an adoption agency.
oh well. at least Prince Caspian comes out this week.
*****for the record. I should never have referred to this lovely co-worker as “another unmarried woman” it was wrong of me to categorize her. the hurt was real, but I should have found another way of expressing it. my apologies to anyone who this term offended. Now that I know the lady in question just a tiny bit better…my own comment offends ME!*********