Last week after a training session someone asked the pregnant colleague about the baby. I think she is over 6 months and getting bigger by the day. She said that the baby was moving a lot because she was eating chocolate. This killed me a little inside – you see,that was what I loved most about being pregnant with Daniella – the way she would move right after a meal. I was right at the edge – the tears were ready to emerge, but I held it together. And then she whipped out the sonogram photos. I was able to bear her sonogram photos at 10 weeks – because frankly, there isn’t much to see. Not so at 20+ weeks.
“I can’t”, I stammered.
“Are you, ok?”
“Um yeah…but I can’t”.
It has been slightly awkward ever since.
I felt I owed her an explanation. Well I know I didn’t *owe* her anything, but she is a real sweetheart and has been nothing but good to me since I started working there. So…I told her today. She was understanding and kind and gentle. She told me that two other women at work have similiar situations. She told me about one that has been trying for a long time and spending lots of cash to achieve a pregnancy.
She let me know I wasn’t alone.
She asked if we took photos. She asked what they looked like.
She actually asked something about my girls.
Someone asked about them, I can’t tell you what that means to me.
No wonder I like her so much.