First, I’m sorry for the password protected post yesterday. I HATE doing protected posts but am not comfortable writing too much about our work situation in the public realm. No one wants to be the next Dooce, you know? That said, I have a handful of friends reading this blog who have been in or are currently in a similar employment nightmare. Their input was super critical yesterday in keeping me from lashing out at my husband, tossing my marriage of the cliff and/or burning professional bridges.
I promise that by Monday the Professor and I will have an inkling as to what the next six months holds for us – an important thing when you are growing a human – and will update the general public with the details.
Until then, let’s talk about the current state of my Chicken Lump. You guys, I think I’ve popped!
This week I had my regular six month checkup at the allergist. I’ve been going to this clinic regularly for more than three years so the staff know me pretty well. They do not, however, know my infertility history.
So Tuesday afternoon I trounce into the clinic in a new $3.98 gray and black striped maternity dress from Old Navy (deal score!) and proceed to get registered. As the intake person, whose name I should know by this point, is doing my paperwork I notice she keeps looking at me funny. Finally she draws a deep breath and asks, “Are you expecting?”
I was overjoyed! You guys, I’ve been waiting for MONTHS for a stranger to notice my pregnant bump and not just think I was eating too many cookies. When I shyly said yes and told her how far I am (23 weeks and change) she got all excited and had me step back and turn around so she could “get a look at me.” Then she called the other staff and a PATIENT over because “Doesn’t she just look so cute!?”
I was then fussed over, my little bump gushed over and our infertility history listened to and given blessings. As uncomfortable as I am with unwanted attention re: my midsection, having this little bit of love bestowed upon my growing Chicken Lump was awesome.
The recognition gave me peace of mind that I’m not just growing a sizable booty and farting like a man for nothing. For the first time I actually felt pregnant in a good way. I was able to gush with these ladies about our joy, our hopes, and our color choices for the nursery. It felt really good to acknowledge the baby and to get to be the center of attention for a few minutes. Aside from the infertility disclaimer, I felt like a normal pregnant lady, something that I don’t think any of my fertile friends can truly understand. **
When did you get your first public bump recognition? How did it make you feel? Were you open about your infertility struggle?
*If anyone is in the area and in need of an allergist recommendation, please shoot me an email and I’ll pass along my doctor’s contact info!
**I was going to snap a quick bathroom chicken lump photo but I did not bring my cell to work today. Bummer. Don’t worry, a 24 week shot will be taken this weekend and maybe this time I’ll be smiling 🙂