I was salty when I came into work. And it didn't help that a co-worker, whom I get a weird vibe from, asked me four times how me and the baby were (are?). I apprectiate the concern, although not the questions about my ultra-sounds.
My fetus was moving around a lot today! Mostly right after lunch. It felt like he might be trying to claw his way out.
A woman in a cute trench asked me how far along I am. (Six monthes). She said she was six monthes too. (I couldn't really tell.) Then she told me this unneccessary story about a woman in her office. That woman has a friend who is 38 years old, and was pregnant with twins. Everything was going well, the fetuses were moving, but at the next check-up, the doctor had to tell her that the fetuses were dead. Unbelievable. And why would she tell me that? Probably because she was worried about it too.
I read an email in the office that said we weren't going to sell maps anymore. But I saw some in the magazine section. Which is nice, because sometimes GPSs' fail. Or lie.
A young-ish boy (late teens early 20's --I'm so old!) bought a roll of Duct Tape and Astroglide lube. He wanted me to know that he did not intend to use those two items together.
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