I’m a jerk. Have you ever had one of those moments when you felt like the smallest form of life? I mean, like the crud on the bottom of a shoe or the microscopic organism that lives on the back of a flea? Yeah, that small.
We’ve had an outbreak of pregnancies at work over the last 9 months and as I walk through the hallways, I try not to scowl at these newly-pregnant mommies but I can’t help but say an expletive or two under my breath. In the last 6 months, I have literally been surrounded by new babies – to the right of my desk, in the same cube, is a new daddy with a 3-month old and to the left, just over the “privacy” wall, is a new mommy expecting (natural) twins in November. I’ve tried to curtail my comments (“Hey! Let’s get to work – no one wants to hear about how precious your child is when he throws up”) and sit quietly at my desk while the entire office swoons at the latest photos or ultrasound pictures.
So, here comes my lesson. I overheard the daddy talking to a co-worker about his wife recently obtaining her masters degree. I knew she was in the medical field so when I heard him mention his wife trying to find a new job and the fertility clinic that I’ve been using, I thought I should offer my opinion (completely unsolicited, of course). He then tells me they are quite familiar with this fine fertility establishment because they also used them to get pregnant.
W-H-A-T?!
I suddenly felt 2 inches tall. Here I’ve been thinking about how easy it is for some people to make a baby (and making the "bitter beer" face at the very mention of junior) and they went through exactly what I’m going through.
So, I have been humbled. Judge not, lest you be judged (or something like that).
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