I never promised anything...

Now I understand the angst that accompanies starting up one of these things: you actually have to POST THINGS now and then. Hey, I never promised I'd be keeping up with my northern friends at http://www.hankandwillie.com/ or http://www.mandcbuildahouse/ . Thank god. If I had, I'd be failing miserably, and I don't like to fail. Or lose. But that's another story.


I have finally shared the news my superiors at work. Yes, I had not yet told my bosses nor had they noticed my bulging belly due to the HORRIBLE shirt I have to wear when teaching (it's a button down, polyester blend, short sleeve, polo shirt with logo that is a size too big.) With as horrible as the shirt is, you might have thought someone would have suspected something when I started to wear the shirt everyday, whether or not I had any kids to teach. I mean, what would posses someone to wear an ugly, oversized uniform shirt in lieu of your regular clothes, other than maybe you're hiding a big belly or you just haven't had a chance to wash your regular clothes for a while. Hmm? To confess, my reasoning might have included a little of both.


Why did I wait so long? I had this fear that as soon as I told them I was preggers they would cease and desist giving me any more repsonsibility and my career would come to a standstill. See, the city where we live now is not exactly busting at the seams with cultural institutions or nonprofits, and so I'm pretty fortunate to have found THE ONLY JOB HERE that I could put on my resume and still show some continuity and upward mobility in terms of nonprofit educational management. So, I was a little scared that if I couldn't keep moving forward here, where else would I go? Turns out, we had some major shakeups at work, the people I was really scared to tell "moved on" and the new folks were open and understanding.


So--so far, so good. Everyone knows. And now I can wear maternity shirts to work. And not look over my shoulder at Target, when I have my big belly showing, wondering if I'll see someone from work and have to dive, with Elle, into the dollar bin, to duck from them. Whew.

Elle has begun to talk about her baby sister on her own. My favorite moment was when we were just getting out of the car at the park one day last week:

"Mom!"
"What?"
"We forgot baby sister at home!"
"No we didn't she's right here, in my belly-that's where she lives, remember?"
"Oh. Is she coming out?"
"Nope. Not til Christmas."

Gotta love it.