6.) Take the bet. The office pool, once reserved for college basketball and major league baseball wagers, has taken on the blessed birth of my child. Gender, DOB, weight and height are all fair game, for a mere $5 entry fee. Whoever wins the pool will have a handsome payoff and lunch at a nearby deli, all courtesy of me and 15 hours of labor.
Perhaps the baby bump has migrated from my belly to my forehead without my knowledge. Perhaps these gems are all outlined in an unpublished section of the employee handbook. Or perhaps I naturally have a heightened sense of self-awareness because of my changing figure. Whatever the reason, I know that I'm blessed to be expecting and that my office can expect the same professional they hired pre-birth, in the post-baby era.
More importantly, if my boss is good to me, I may be inclined to rig the office pool.








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