Can't you smell the bun in the oven?

My favourite day of the week again.

Yesterday I (finally) told my boss about the pregnancy. He was flabbergasted and probably the word just popped out “Productive nya!”. On which I replied, “Well I happen to be very fertile..” I didn’t know what else to say.

We just talked about the month of December for ten, fifteen minutes. I’ll be due in mid of that month, and a newsflash that I learnt from him yesterday, that he’s not going to be in the office for the whole month. Of December. He’s going for Haj.

Good for him. Not good for my Christmas-celebrating colleagues though. I can sniff they are no way to take long leave, without me and the Production Manager around. No they can’t. Or perhaps the chance is extremely slim.

Then I told other colleagues in the same department, and some of the subordinates, I practically spreading the news like a virus. Especially to those that I’m confident will be more than delighted to kepohchi it around to many other people.

Reason being, I plan to start wearing my uniform (Read: maternity dress) next week and I don’t want to be hyper ventilated answering the possibly bombarding questions.

Yes everyone, I’m in my fifth month now and I’m just telling. I mean, 99 percent of the office only knew about my pregnancy yesterday. Spare 1 percent for my lunch mates, they asked so I didn’t deny. But with a pesanan penaja, do not tell everyone else. Bet you they didn’t. These editors, they are busy people. They always bogged down with other things in their mind, probably they forgot about it the minute they started doing work.

People were surprised at how well I kept it hidden. The tummy shows, I just never mentioned it. So don’t blame me if everybody is just, blur (blind?). Okay, the shawl helps of course.

Now that I’ve dropped the bomb then I can continue my life as a preggie more comfortably I hope. Meaning, no judgment on frequent MCs. Hello, I haven’t been taking medical leave during my first trimester at all, and I throw up every morning, sometimes in the dustbin. The washroom is far. Pantry sinks seem inappropriate.

Nobody noticed.

I know I sound weird but I promise you readers I have a very good reason as to why I was keeping this a secret.

That’ll be my next entry.