Who needs self-esteem?
I worked from home today, because I had a follow-up appointment with the sleep doctor at 2pm. Which was annoying, because I feel like he could have told me that I don’t have sleep apnea over the phone, but – hey, why give up that co-pay? So, after lunch, I washed up and got dressed (for those of you playing along at work, yes – I attended our morning meeting in pajamas. But they were very professional looking pajamas.) I barely zipped up my jeans over my post-cruise tummy, vowed to go to the gym in the morning and went on my merry way.
I run into my friendly mail-carrier Stephanie in the lobby. She is sitting there, sorting mail. I say hi, she says hi. I really rock at this small talk. I smile, and pass by. She kind of hesitates and then she says with a big smile “Oh, hey. I meant to ask! Are you pregnant?”
“Oh. My. God. No. No, I am very much not pregnant.”
She looks awkward and confused. I look horrified. I want to run upstairs and cry.
“Apartment 1H, right?”
“Yeah. But seriously? I mean I know I have to go to the gym…”
“I am so sorry! I delivered that formula awhile ago and I just thought…” she trails off.
And then it all makes sense. That’s why she thought I was pregnant. I explain, we laugh. I am going to go pack my gym bag now.