I'm Leah, and in a lucky twist of fate, I've landed my three dream jobs:
book editor, writer, and mother. Since having my son in December 2008, my
work-life has been in constant flux - full-time? part-time? freelance?
working at home or in the office? It depends on the day and which way the
wind is blowing - and figuring out how to keep it all going is a constant
challenge. Heck, I'm still getting used to the idea of being someone's
Check out my profile on Work It, Mom! and my personal blog, A Girl and a Boy.
I’m about to tell my company I’m pregnant. I told my extended family over Christmas, I told the Internet back in November, at five weeks, and I of course told my husband before the test was even dry. I don’t know if I’ll ever tell Facebook because, well, I kind of hate Facebook (okay, not “kind of,” I really hate Facebook) and so the next big step is definitely telling my boss and supervisor and coworkers, in part because I’m excited, duh; in part because I don’t want them wondering where I’ve disappeared to when I drop off their radar from July to October; and in part because I don’t want anyone there to think I must hate them (as I hate Facebook and all Montagues) because I waited so long to share the news. I’m already 15 weeks along, and at this point even postponing the announcement until week 16 feels like an insult.
The first time I was pregnant I waited to spill the beans at work until I had a clean bill of health and an adorable ultrasound image of my 13-week fetus to show, mostly because I thought no one would believe me if I couldn’t produce solid photographic evidence. They still didn’t believe me at first, but eventually they had to as I became increasingly rotund and unfailingly dismissive of every single glass of free wine I was offered at company events.
This time there will be no big surprise–I’m a married mother of a three-year-old; most people will probably respond with “FINALLY!”–and, expecting neither tickertape parade nor mushroom cloud when I share the news, I guess I’ve just let the last few months go by figuring, “Eh, they’ll find out eventually. What’s the rush?”
(Also, if I’m honest, I really wanted to enjoy this brief period of not being consumed with paranoia that all my professional contacts consider me a liability now that I have baby on the brain. I know I’m not the only one who worries about this.)
So I’m telling them, but I still don’t know how I’ll do it. Surreptitiously drop it into the agenda notes of an upcoming meeting? Tape an ultrasound photo to my office door? Singing, dancing telegram in a bear suit?
Heck, I could even just post it on Facebook and let word spread via digital wildfire the way Al Gore intended.
How did you tell your coworkers? When did you tell your coworkers? How did it go?
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