I do have to say that I sometimes love working for a big government agency: I might be getting a lactation room in my building…. just because I asked. This is what happens when really nice people need more to do. “Uh, it’s really cool y’all are jumping right on this idea, but I won’t need the space until I come back from maternity leave… in February.” I should add that the building catty-cornered to ours already has a lactation room that I could easily walk to a couple times a day. There’s also an entire lactation network on campus. My, but some things have changed since the Mad Men days.
Or have they?
I haven’t been in a lactation room. Maybe it’s some sort of Handmaid’s Tale horror show and I will discover dozens of women hooked up to milking machines like dairy cows. See, I’m still haunted by that hands-free nursing bra picture I posed a few months back.
Also, I’m really looking forward to the day I can post this on Facebook: “I don’t know what everyone complains about: Pregnancy is a snap. I should have done this ages ago!” (Cue the armed mobs to show up at my house.)
I did almost say that verbatim to a coworker yesterday… he asked how things were going, and I said I’d love to be 21 weeks pregnant for the rest of my life. No PMS, no mood swings, no nausea…. lovely!
I realize as soon as i said that, that I was once again tempting the f*ck-you-fairies (or Coyote himself, or the fates, whomever) to really, really mess with me.
So, let me now complain loudly and retract everything I said. 😉