So I really wasn’t intending on telling my co-workers just yet that I was pregnant. I work in a small medical center along with just eight other people, so I figured they would find out soon enough, but I really wanted to at least get one ultrasound under my belt before sharing the news. [Side note – my provider is trying to treat me like a normal person and say no u/s until 20 weeks – that is insane! I’m lobbying for one around 10w.]
The problem last week was that I was such a sick POS at work that I finally broke down and told one of my coworkers, just so she could help pick up the slack that I was so horribly dropping. Later that day (Thursday), I told my boss so that he could prescribe me some Zofran and I could attempt to be a functioning member of society again. I had Friday-Sunday off and spent the time resting and puking, and by yesterday at work I was feeling a little better (which basically meant I was ashen and nauseous but not actually puking). Then this morning was the baby shower we threw for my coworker who is 36w pregnant, and without really thinking about it, I was wearing my sea bands at the party.
Well, dammit. I mean, yes, I do, but not yet? Kinda? Maybe?
I guess the cat is out of the bag now, though I definitely want to keep it quiet to the general public for a couple more months. I guess I just need to invest in some long sleeved shirts, huh?