I have been lucky. The last person who got pregnant and gave birth was my Dear Colleague, one of my best friends at work. And it was two and a half years ago. That was when we just started trying to conceive. Since we’re such good friends, her pregnancy was an okay event. Ever since then, no one at work has ever gotten pregnant. Our office is filled with singles, married people who are done with kids, or married people who seem like they don’t want kids. I have enjoyed a very safe period of time during this whole roller coaster ride of TTC and IVF journey.
About eight months ago, I mentioned about a coworker who got engaged after a long term dating relationship. My very first thought was that she would start trying right after her wedding and would get pregnant immediately. I called myself silly at the time for having that as my first thought. Then I consoled myself and thought, well, it’s okay for her to get pregnant since she works for another department and historically I don’t get to see her much if I don’t walk over to her side of the hall or have lunch in the lunch room. I thought to myself that I can survive having an “instapreg” (coined by my dear friend M) at work if I don’t have regular contact with her.
What a naive thought. My immediate boss, the clinical director for all professional services, quit her job about a month ago and left in the beginning of this month. And guess who took over her role? Yup. My engaged coworker. We have departmental meeting every other week. So it means that I will see my new boss regularly. So then… I consoled myself again and thought, hey maybe she won’t be trying to get pregnant right away because she just got promoted and would want to focus some of her effort in this new role. My Dear Colleague has a way of getting information from anybody that she gets to talk with. So she got the scoop on this new boss’ intention and confirmed that New Boss will start trying to have a baby right after her wedding in late October.
Great. If she gets pregnant in the next few months, then I’ll have to endure a growing belly in the next year or so. Maybe I can handle it… but the anticipation is sort of killing me. I have just enjoyed so much to be free of sights of pregnant coworkers. I mean, I did and still do have a few clients’ moms who are pregnant. But… I got over these pregnancies fast. And I don’t really personally know them much so it’s okay to see them weekly.
My Dear Colleague also told me that another coworker of ours who got married a couple of years ago started trying to conceive about six months ago. She hasn’t been successful yet. I have been dreading her news. Suddenly she announced that she was quitting her job here and would move onto building a private practice. Her last day was today. We had a potluck for her yesterday. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to bear waiting for her pregnancy news. My Dear Colleague, the one who knows everything about everyone, broke news to me that another coworker is 16 weeks pregnancy. What??? I thought I was safe. This is a new coworker who joined us a few months ago. I don’t recall her being married. She is apparently having a baby with her boyfriend. Dear Colleague also broke the news to me that this coworker is deciding between two girl names. One of the girl names is the exact name that I will give to my boy in the future. WTH??? First of all, this is a boy name. BOY NAME. Why in the world would anyone give a boy name to a girl? And second, give me a break. This is NOT a common name. Out of so many names in the whole wide world, she wants to name her GIRL the one BOY NAME I have chosen for my baby boy. My lovely Dear Colleague was trying to steer her away from giving that name to the baby and kept on praising the other choice. I hope her tactic works. But even if she does give the baby MY NAME, I would still name my boy the same name. I don’t care. And the good thing is I don’t see this coworker much so I can avoid seeing a growing bump if I want to.
I think I have a problem. Maybe this is something I ought to bring up with my therapist. *sigh*