Blindsided
When I was about 9 weeks along, a particularly annoying (friendly, but annoying) patron who is always very jovial & calls me by my name, guessed I was pregnant. I must have been super bloated that day.
Tonight he was in the library, and I set about avoiding him. I was terribly unsuccessful. He came to the desk, stood there and waited for me while I helped another patron with a rather long question. He handed me a brochure for a “Baby Language” workshop and asked me to let him know if I tried it. Then he asked how much time I had left. I awkwardly said “well, we’re going to be trying again,” and he awkwardly walked away.
The tears started falling instantly. I was immediately a mess, and had to leave the service desk to go cry for a while. A good cry, a talk with Jed to be comforted, a little more crying, and a talk with a coworker to take my mind off it had me recovered fairly quickly, but still feeling unfairly raw and fragile. I had been doing so well, but within a carefully constructed routine. My new normal isn’t quite ready for the harsh world.
