There are a lot of reasons I don’t talk about work on my blog, but one of them is that lately almost all of the married people I work with either just had a baby or are expecting. And that means office baby showers; I figure there’ll be about one per month until the end of summer. Now, I can be genuinely happy when people announce their pregnancies, I can coo over their babies when they bring them by the office, and I can even handle their labor horror stories. But baby showers? I’m sorry. I just can’t go without getting upset. I send a present and my regrets.
This morning, I’m grateful because the person who planned the first two office baby showers scheduled them for times when I would not be at work! I’m not sure if she did that deliberately, but I’m very grateful!