I should have been an actress. Or maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I am a green-eyed monster. Maybe I’m all three.
My sister-in-law (on my husband’s side of the family) had her baby boy last Tuesday, on the 13th. Joshua is his name. I’m glad I live far enough away that I don’t have to DO anything pronounced.
My co-worker texted this morning while I was getting ready for work that she went into labor with her first child last night. This is after I just sent out save the date emails (for October) for her work baby shower yesterday. So, I did what every rational, childless, infertility-stricken, 30ish woman would do: I cried in front of my mirror as I was putting my make-up on. Yup. Let’s just say that putting makeup on while crying is no easy feat. Also, I’m an ugly crier.
I got that out of my system and came to work. There are 4 of us in my dept, including my boss. I am the only one that decides to come to work today (and why can't you have a baby and come back to work an hour later?!) Of course. So I get to be the one to spread all the happy news about my co-worker’s new son and greet every person that comes to the dept with an over-joyed smile on my face. Yeah for me. She had the baby at 8:14 a.m., I got to work at 8:30 (ok - maybe 8:35), I received a text from her complete with a picture at 8:45. Like my nephew, the baby’s name is Joshua. Go figure. I had my happy-go-lucky email sent off by 9 a.m. And I’ve gotten about 30 email responses so far. So, maybe I don’t have to be a good actress. Just a good script writer.
At least until my little brother’s baby girl is born in the next few weeks.
