It’s Whiny Wednesday, your chance to gripe about the issues you’re dealing with this week. This week’s suggested topic is one we’ve all had to deal with:
An over-abundance of work pregnancies
I can relate to this one. When I was trying to conceive, I managed a small department of about eight people. One year we had three simultaneous pregnancies…and none of them was mine.
Thank goodness when the baby boom was going on in the department I work in, I wasn’t married and I wasn’t trying to have a baby. However, as the only childless female in the department, I am treated differently than the mothers when it comes to the hours I’m expected to work and the schedule they want me work.
This week it’s been co workers daughter miscarried and we have a rapport and I mentioned I was grateful I never got pregnant and miscarried. Then a friend talking about becoming g a grandma and her daughter having twins. It brings it all back up the meds , how my body did the opposite and how the I fertility specialist didn’t seem to care how I was doing just about the eggs . No o e ever mentioned about loving Childfree it felt like a major racket. A death of a friend my age another childless not by choice.It previously made me feel like I didn’t count or kind of invisible .Thanks for understanding . ❤️
Emily Morrison says
I worked with 4 other people last year. 1 was a mother of grown up kids, one was a mother of a toddler and school age kids, 1 was a mother of preschool kids and pregnant with her third, and 1 was pregnant with her first. The pregnancies were perfectly timed with my discovery that I was infertile, and the birth of one of the kids was the exact day one of my treatments was discovered to have failed. Then they started bringing the infants to work with them. Needless to say it was the hardest work environment I’ve ever experienced.
Ohhhh yessss. There’s 2 pregnant at the moment. Hurts every time I see them.
One lady is modest and doesn’t talk about her pregnancy too much…
The other one talks about her pregnancy CONSTANTLY. Literally walks INTO my office to show me MULTIPLE videos of her scan. Videos. Videos!!
As I’m typing away I get ANOTHER feature film. Enough!!!!!!
In the year following my daughter’s stillbirth, I endured TEN!!! pregnancies in my office. (Believe me, I counted every one…!) All ended successfully with babies, of course.
I do NOT miss that part of working at all!!
I’m dealing with two now. They both just left for maternity leave. One I don’t encounter much but the other just blabs and blabs about it. Any time someone mentions something like how the weather finally cooled off and how nice it was for sleeping she has to remind us that she can’t sleep because her big belly makes her uncomfortable and that’s how she finds a way to hijack the conversation and blab at us. Of course the other women are all mothers so they blab too.
The worst was a lazy, insolent girl I worked with about two years ago. She was 20 and oops! “Flavor of the Month” knocked her up. He had already fathered 3 kids with 3 other women. The girl thought it was hilarious because those stupid women were always calling him up and trying to take him to court because he wouldn’t pay child support. I don’t know where she is now but I’m sure she’s living off my tax dollars.