Nothing but the Belly
It was just a few short months ago that I would see a glowing beautiful pregnant woman at work and wonder, “How does she think about anything but that perfect round belly and the baby inside all day long? She can’t possible get any work done, and who would blame her? Someone give her a crown just for showing up at the office, for goodness sake!”
Now that woman is me. You can give me the crown, if you’d like — I’ll take it. But truth be told, work has become my refuge from my own pregnancy. It’s the one place I don’t think about being pregnant every hour. It’s the one place I don’t indulge my every whim. The fact that there’s no queen-sized bed and fluffy pillows, no TLC, Game Show Network, or daily reruns of Sex in the City helps, of course. But the fact is, work gives me a purpose and reminds me in just a normal regular way that I have other responsibilities and that while a huge part of my life is about to change, there’s a lot that will still remain the same.
While I’m headed into uncharted territory as a first-time mom, the familiarity and affirmation of a job I know how to do, and do well, may just be the sanity saver I need.