Pregnancy launches you into a whole new realm of Girl World. Being pregnant and being around a lot of pregnant women has made my conversational boundaries fuzzy. I am so comfortable and accustomed to gabbing about the everyday things like my cervix, dilation, effacement, the bloody show that my filter for what is appropriate in certain situations is all but gone. Today I went back to work after having a week-long holiday. The act of getting to work was enough to make me want to pack up for the day, and it was enough to make me too tired to adhere to any professional social boundaries that exist.
During a staff meeting I decided to discuss with my boss the risk of my water breaking at the office and the mess that it would be. I also discussed my options for getting to the hospital if I went into labor at work. One of the possibilities was to have my boss drive me to the hospital. He graciously said he could take me, even though I emphasized the damage that could occur to the interior of his car. Somewhere along the line I lost my mind and I heard myself gabbing about all the things pregnant women talk about amongst themselves, not the topics pregnant women discuss with there bosses. The only thing that kept me from going completely over the edge and into gory detail of labor and delivery was that I know that my boss has hemophobia, which leads him to pass out at the thought or sight of blood. It's an interesting day when the only thing that held me back from falling into the socially-inappropriate-in-the-workplace abyss was the fear that I would have to deal with a passed out boss as a result of my detailed conversation.
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