It's a good thing...

...that I'm not hormonal or emotional or anything. Because if I was, I'd be crying or murdering people all the time. I do, however, have a fabulous time documenting the stupid things people say to me...

Old Boss apparently asks about me all the time (but never stops by to ask me himself.) Apparently it always goes a little something like this:

"How's Bonnie? Is she getting fat?"

Fat?! I guess it's good that he doesn't stop by and ask me that himself.

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Megaphone Man finds me chatting with Tracy on Monday morning.

Megaphone Man: Stand up!
Me: No.
Megaphone Man: Stand up and let me see you!
Me: I think this is sexual harassment.

Yet, I stand up anyway. He got this look on his face like he was about to cry, let out a big "Awwwwwww" and bear hugged me. He can say whatever he wants, but I know he was just hugging me so he could feel my belly with his belly. Creepster.

(For the record, I really like Megaphone Man. He's like a work dad. But, that doesn't mean I don't think he's completely insane too.)

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In the main corridor of our office, I pass Old Vietnamese Guy. I haven't told him the news but after this, I'm hoping he knows.

"Hey Bonnie! Getting heavier every day, huh?"

Heavier? Mentally, I gave him a pass but David reminded me that although he's from Vietnam, he's been in the US longer than WE'VE been in the US-- meaning, longer than we've been alive. He has no excuse for not knowing that you should never tell any woman, pregnant or not, that she's getting heavier every day!

Like I said, it's a good thing I can get a laugh out of these things because otherwise, I'd be crying.

And, because I know the only reason anyone comes to my blog is to see how FAT and HEAVY I'm getting...