The Kid's Got a Face

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. I finally understand what Dickens was talking about. No but seriously yesterday was a really great day and a ridiculously hard day. I don't have a legitimate excuse for my poor performance at work lately except for that being a receptionist just plain sucks. Most days not only do you feel like the bottom of the totem pole but you feel like the dirt that the totem pole is stuck in. Combine that with the constant nausea and entire lack of energy that the first trimester brings, and you get a giant dump of yesterday. My slacking was brought to my attention pretty bluntly by 3 people to be exact, one super intimidating boss, one arch enemy and one girl I actually really like. :(

I've been trying to schedule a "hey boss, I'm pregnant, thought you should know" meeting and she's been trying to schedule a "what's going on with you lately" meeting, the two collided into one ultimate disaster. She asked "what's going on with you?" and I said, "well actually I've been wanting to talk to you, I'm pregnant." And she said..... "Oh Shi*! Are you serious?! Well you won't get salary while you're gone" and utter disappointment flooded her face. Not the greatest first reaction to the greatest news I've had in a long time but anyways, we carried on an awkward, uninteresting and quite annoying five minute conversation and then da da da daaaa....

 I got to go see this:

And everything was okay again.