Me: Before we get into (boring work matter) I need to tell you something…uh, well, I, uh…I’M PREGNANT (totally blurted it out).
Boss: So’s my wife! It’s twins!
Me: Shut the fuck up! Mine are twins! (yeah, F-bomb. Felt right)
High-five (no shit – we did.)
Me: How far along is she?
Boss: About 12 weeks.
Me: Wha? I’m about 12 weeks.
Boss: Did you do the neck wrinkle test? We have that on Tuesday.
Me: Wha? Ours is Wednesday.
We went on to have a slightly more normal conversation with just a few more “Wha?!?’s” and “Shut the fuck up’s” I told him how I’d overheard him ordering the PIO and he was amazed that anyone might know what he was talking about. He was super nice and excited about the whole thing. Definitely gets it and now we have this crazy bond. It sounds like he was not as excited about the twin thing as W. Who was out of his fucking head with glee. But I think he’s into it now. God, I hope so anyway! Not much getting out of it at this stage!
Now I must sign off because I have to go buy some old lady skivvies. None of mine are working for me lately.