2002-09-23

I told my co-workers last week about frick and frack. there was much screaming, much belly oogling and a little touchy feely. Not too much in the way of “too personal” questions. But I thought you might find some things that were said humorous.

first of all one of my co-workers has been convinced for a while that I was sick. Really sick. Like cancer sick. I knew she thought this and every time she’d ask (is it breast cancer?) I’d tell her not to worry, it wasn’t bad. Turns out she thought I was putting up a brave front. She thought I had leukemia. Such overactive imaginations. Many people claimed that they suspected—no one suspected twins.

Of course the question everyone wants to know—do twins run in your family? I answered no and left it at that. I didn’t see the need to tell everyone it was ivf. I did answer the “did you use fertility medicine to get pregnant” with a simple yes. Again no need for details.

I was also surprised at how many people asked if I was excited. Of course. the next question—was my husband? I always want to answer that with NO WAY! but the truth is, some days he’s more excited than me.

Weirdest question: so did you guys get it on on the fourth? You go math whiz! I literally had no answer, I think I blushed.

Also there was lots of belly staring. As if the co-workers expect the alien baby to pop out. Which made my husband suggest that that be my Halloween costume this year. Hey, either that or a pumpkin. So why do people stare at your belly when they find out you are pregnant? I have no idea, but I finally knew what it was like to have people not look at your face when they talk to you. Very weird.

I’ve also had a small problem with my ob. I called about well what looked like broken blood vessels (small) around my eyes to ask if they could be cause by vomiting or something else. Now I understand why people never ask their doctors things and instead choose to ask their friends. 48 hours after they say they’ll call back (one missed message) they say—oh we talked to your husband. Well I don’t know who they talked to because he wasn’t home. I think that they just got me confused, which you know is better than if they called a total stranger or something. I don’t think I’m calling them again unless it is really urgent—like blood pouring out my eyes or something. Instead I’ll save up my questions for my appointments. I mean really—a month isn’t that long to wait is it? They ended up prescribing some anti-nausea drug, which I’ll take if things don’t clear up in a week or so, sick wise. Really for the most part, I’m better. Of course now I’ve jinxed myself but oh well.

Husband and I looked at baby furniture this weekend, all I can say is these kids will probably end up with nicer furniture than we have.

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