You’ll never guess what I overheard my new boss ordering over the phone…
PIO for his wife! Well, all I heard was, “I need to order more progesterone for my wife. She likes it in the peanut oil…” That was enough for me! And the fact that he said “more” I wonder if she’s pregnant now?
I am so tempted to talk to him about it, but then I might have to give up my supersecretstealth pg status. I guess that will have to happen very soon, anyway since I’m planning a company event at the local tequila bar. We’ll be doing margarita lessons. Break my heart, why don’t you? I may need to have a teeny sip.
Anyway, about the job…it’s going really well! I even got email from my boss saying that I’m doing a fabulous job. Woo hoo! I am super busy without being overworked, and never get to read blogs anymore. Makes me sad, but I guess in the long run, I’d rather be challenged at work than stalking the interwebs all day. And the weekend’s a’comin’ so I’ll be reading like a fiend to catch up.
As for pg-ness... I was feeling pretty gross for a while, and like Leah, reveling in every nasty bit of it. But on Wednesday, I stupidly went to my acupuncturist who had the unmitigated gall to fix me! Since I saw her I’ve had almost NO symptoms. I refuse to worry about it; instead I’ll chalk it up to her misguided intention to prevent me from wonder twin-induced misery. Silly silly girl.
We’re still out of our heads with glee(k! Get it?) over the WT’s. Every time one of us says, “when the babies come…” we look at each other and go, “Babies?!?!?” We go back and forth about moving. The main issue with our apartment is, well, aside from its relative teeniness, is that it’s a 3rd floor walk-up with no real storage on the ground floor for strollers/etc. My thought right now is to suck it up and stay there as long as we can stand it. Hauling my ass up and down the stairs will definitely help get rid of the baby weight, and we’ll be saving major money and be able to buy a nicer place in a year or so when the babies...BABIES!?! take up more space. If we were to buy, our monthly housing expense would pretty much double. Of course, in just a few months time, just getting myself up and down the stairs may prove to be too much, so we might end up just renting a bigger, lower place. I hate to give up my top floor-ness, though. It’s no penthouse, but it’s so nice having no one above us. Although on the other hand, if we were on the ground floor I wouldn’t feel so bad about playing DDR at night. Hmm… so much to consider!