Ok, I know I literally JUST blogged but I also JUST had an amazingly awkward coworker encounter that deserved some blog love. I ran into my supremly pregnant coworker in the break room and I don't know, maybe this is similar to 'don't wake a sleeping dog', don't interrupt a feeding pregnant woman kind of situation. Here's what went down: I see this woman everyday and I was starting to feel a tad guilty because I literally run away from her- I don't know, she makes me nervous. She's so large and circular I'm afraid the baby is just going to plop out with all that other goo and then I just can't run away, that would be rude. So today I decide to converse with Ms. Preggo doing the obligatory "Oh, when are you due" "Are you deathly afraid of being stretched out and deformed and squirting pee when you laugh or pick up something heavy (I heard that on Dr. 90210, it's not just my horrifyingly active imagination this time), and lastly, "Do you have a name picked out?". Oh baby boy, LANDMINE! Of course, she does and she shares..."Felix" and I thought I was being cute and funny and said "Nice. Felix...like the cat, huh?". Not.So.Funny. After shooting death star stares, she says, "No actually, Felix, like my dead grandfather." Oh ok...sorry.

Don't get me wrong. I like my Grandpa as much as the next girl but that doesn't mean I'm gonna go naming my kid Thurston because oh I don't know, I imagine, I might actually like my kids and would rather not scar them for the rest of their lives until they can at least talk and defend themselves!

Another one of my coworkers' daughter is pregnant with twins. I just found out their names: Ambrosia and Pegasus-Greek Mythology themed...fun! No comment....

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