This and That

First. I'm about to blow a gasket on people who come to work sick. If I worked where there's no one to cover for you and you didn't get paid sick days, I'd understand. But I don't. We get paid sick days. Most people rack up months and months of sick days. Very few things can't wait until tomorrow. Yet, if you stand in my office on any given day you can hear someone hacking up a lung in that corner, sneezes and sniffs coming from somewhere else. I'm sick for the THIRD time in this pregnancy. That's three times in 21 weeks! My immune system has always been kinda wack but this is completely out of control. I'm drafting a letter to my office.

Yes, I'm writing it on a scroll.

Second. I got my first inquiry about pregnancy this week. I was in California for two days visiting contractors (while on death's door with this cold, might I add). I saw a total of about 20 people who I haven't seen in several months, some longer and some never. I hadn't told my program managers about the pregnancy, mostly because it should have little to no effect on them or thier programs. Plus, I was going to tell them eventually. One (of two) program managers asked me after the meeting when the due date was. I joked with him that it was a pretty gutsy question but confirmed July. I told one lady (the only other woman at these meetings and someone I've known for about 4 years) and she was super excited and confirmed that she knew the minute she saw me. I guess it's getting obvious. No one else said anything. They're either very wise men or have learned that lesson the hard way. My travel partner confirmed that there's no way people weren't noticing or were just thinking I was getting fat. That's reassuring, I guess.

Third. I was flossing the other day with the bathroom door open. I looked in the mirror and Lars was coming down the hallway behind me. I thought, "Here comes my buddy, Lars. Why's he walking weird?" I turned around and he wasn't walking at all. He was scooting his butt down the hallway! I cannot believe I'm bringing a child into this house of wild animals! This is why steam cleaning the carpets is on my list of nesting chores.  (P.S. I know this could be a sign of something wrong and he'll be going to the vet soon for his check up so we'll ask then. However, he's done this before and it's always been that he just needed a good butt scratchin'. Skanky cat.)

Fourth. I've had very few pregnancy "symptoms" thus far. However, the pregnancy has made me really burpy. It's has nothing to do with what I eat or don't eat. David's always saying, "How is that even possible?! You just drank water!" He doesn't get it.

More importantly, lately I get extreme pleasure from burping really long and loud and then asking him, "Did you hear that?" It makes me laugh hysterically. It makes him say he's going to divorce me. That also makes me laugh hysterically. You don't think he'd really divorce me for this, do you?