ok, so, I’m 5 weeks pregnant, and have decided not to tell anyone until 12 weeks. Slightly contentious decision in my household as my husband doesn’t seem to think anything’s real unless his mother and sister know about it, but agreed on nevertheless
Let me set the scene here, I work in the roof of an open plan barn conversion. White walls, the odd wooden beam, nice and echoey.
I was happily scrolling through which podcasts and setting the ones I was interested in to download (loving Preggy Pals), when.
My finger slipped.
It started playing.
It felt like time was slowing down as I frantically tried to stop it.
As it announced to the office in a perky American accent...
“SO! You’ve just taken a positive pregnancy test! What do you do now?!”
I think I turned crimson, turned to face my coworkers, apologised and said something vague about “these bloody auto play video adverts uh, y’know”
But I think I may have just informed my workplace I’m up the duff
Let me set the scene here, I work in the roof of an open plan barn conversion. White walls, the odd wooden beam, nice and echoey.
I was happily scrolling through which podcasts and setting the ones I was interested in to download (loving Preggy Pals), when.
My finger slipped.
It started playing.
It felt like time was slowing down as I frantically tried to stop it.
As it announced to the office in a perky American accent...
“SO! You’ve just taken a positive pregnancy test! What do you do now?!”
I think I turned crimson, turned to face my coworkers, apologised and said something vague about “these bloody auto play video adverts uh, y’know”
But I think I may have just informed my workplace I’m up the duff