I hadn’t really planned on announcing my pregnancy at work, nor had I planned on trying to *hide* it. Although as we have clearly seen, hiding it is not exactly an option either…ahem. I told a few people at work, especially the nurses that trained me, so they didn’t think I was a lazy bum when I nodded off mid-sentence, and eventually, I figured, word would get around.
Then, recently, I read an article in one of those new mom magazines they give you at the doctor’s that recommended pregnant employees need to tell their bosses about the pregnancy as a “courtesy, so they don’t hear the news around the water cooler and feel blindsided.”
My first though to this was–why?
What business is it of anyone’s if I’m pregnant?
And why, as this article seemed to imply, does one’s boss “deserve” to know? As if it’s a negative thing that will make you look badly for not confessing?
I really wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing, but then I started to worry. I’m the newbie nurse after all, and if not telling made me look bad, maybe I should just tell her, just in case? After all, what do I care if she knows?
With that thought, and the discovery that everyone and their brother apparently already knew, I casually dropped in her office and told her in an offhand, almost joking manner.
“Just wanted to let you know that this place apparently got to me,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m expecting #3 in July!”
She stared at me.
“Oh, yay!” she said. “Congratulations!”
And that was that. Or so I thought.
I turned and was heading out when she said it–
“Chaunie, how old are you?
Oh, for the love of pete.
Does it ever stop??