If you know me IRL, you wonder why I wear a sweater with a heat index of 100 degrees.
I have never been good about getting to work on time. Too much morning time is spent fussing with the dogs, watering a half dead plant or some other urgent task. Mostly catering to the fair Toddlerina takes up my time.
It is impossible to get to work at a reasonable time now that I have the need to disguise my belly every morning. I try a minimum of two outfits every day. I would try on three, but I don't have enough clothes to consider.
We reach 15 weeks on Thursday, plus this is my second/third baby. Let me tell you the popping and sagging came fast. Not to mention the boobs. Heaven help me, these breasts will be the death of me. I need to buy size L for the girls, but then the arm holes sag.
I still have not come clean about the pregnancy at work. My guess is some people are putting it all together, but most have the decency not to ask. Once it is out there, I cannot take it back. If something doesn't go to plan, I have to face them all.
My defense mechanism? Carry a notebook. Everywhere.
I can be seen ready to take dictation at any time, even in the washroom.
Here are a couple of my favorite poses. (Of course, these are taken at home as I could not risk someone seeing me do this at work and draw any attention to myself.)
We told my nieces this weekend. I adore these girls. The oldest is in 8th grade, the middle is 6th and the littlest one is in the 4th grade. Their reaction was everything I had hoped for. I may not have their unbridled joy, but it counts for a lot to see it in their sweet faces.
I asked them if they thought Aunt Roccie was just getting big? Too much indulging in my much loved milkshakes? I barely had the sentence out of my mouth before they were all shouting, "Yes!"
Perhaps I have another week undercover at work.