Yesterday my boss, who will be called Anxious Yogi from now on, told me not to get pregnant. She was 100% serious. She followed it up by saying that she knew she legally couldn’t tell me that, but that she needed me to not be on maternity leave when the feds come for a monitoring visit in the spring….so I really shouldn’t get pregnant.
I just laughed, probably too hard. I’m pretty sure that my face turned beet red and then I awkwardly changed the subject and left her office as quickly as possible so that I wouldn’t accidentally tell her that I could already be pregnant.
She knows we want kids. She doesn’t know I want to be pregnant and certainly not that we are trying. She may or may not have seen an OPK in the garbage or sitting on my desk that one day.
I really like my job. I really like the people I work with (almost everyone here is queer). I really hope that by getting pregnant Anxious Yogi won’t think I am not interested sticking around for a long time. It makes me really frustrated that as a woman I even have to worry about this. I might not even need to worry. I know that Anxious Yogi is very glad that I am here and thinks I am a great asset for our organization. Having the “guess what I’m pregnant” conversation is going to be kind of scary. Too bad I won’t be able to have a couple of beers first ha ha
In other news, it’s 9 DPO. I took a test last night for fun. It was negative, which wasn’t a big surprise, but for some reason it made me feel less impatient and anxious. We’ll test again at either 11 or 12 DPO. I haven’t had very many “symptoms” backache, a bit of nausea and cramping and waking up to pee every night. I never imagined that two weeks could go by so slowly, and we’ve been doing so much to keep us busy. Maybe a two week coma would be a better option? Anyone have a patent for that?