I came up with a new term today – the “baby bomb”.
Definition: An unexpected baby appearance that triggers an emotional breakdown.
Use: I got “baby bombed” at a staff pot-luck lunch today.
All of those colleagues who shared my due date month are obviously off on maternity leave right now. This has made going to work the last couple of months much easier for me.
Today one of my co-workers had organized a pot-luck lunch. It was meant to be something fun to do to relieve some of the stress that we’ve all been under. It was a great idea. I even baked corn bread (see banana bread entry to know that is a BIG deal that I baked).
I went up to the lunchroom and was just about to fill up my plate with nice yummy fattening goodies when the bomb hit.
I heard my colleagues cooing, I heard some high pitch squeals and I turned to find the little visitor and his mom. This mom is the same woman who had thought I would find it humorous when she kept going on about how she didn’t even want to get pregnant, it was her husband’s idea. She told me she would jump up and down after “trying” in order to get it out. Ha ha…guess what – people that have lost babies and are trying everything in their power to have one don’t find this funny. I’m sooo sorry that you got pregnant despite all of your efforts not to.
I thought I would be ok. I thought I could just get my goodies, sit at another table and get on with my day. I was wrong. My friends know me too well. One look at my face instigated the dreaded “Are you ok?”
Ka-pow! Bomb exploded.
Tears started flowing down my cheeks. I had to leave. I was in a full blubber by the time I got out of the room. So much for the stress-free fun lunch. (Thanks to this friend for bringing me a plate later on).
I was baby bombed. I didn’t see it coming. It hit and it hurt.