Big News = Pregnancy? Not so fast.

So, it's really no secret anymore that I'm moving to a new job next week. I'm definitely sad to leave my current job that I've been with for nearly four years, but I'm also SO SO excited about the new opportunity. As cliche as it sounds, the only word that really comes to mind is bittersweet. Bitter because I'm leaving an amazing company with awesome people and fun clients. Sweet because I get to work for one of the largest, most well-known brands in the country, doing what really interests me, with a commute time of about 15 minutes (compared to 50-60 before)! The fact that I'm basically getting about 1.5 hours added back on my day every day is what my old roomie Peebles and I used to refer to as "Life Upgrades." (Though I'm pretty sure when we lived together back in '07-'08, purchasing an Ikea coffee table was a "Life Upgrade.")

What I didn't realize (and in hindsight, I really should have seen this coming...) is that a baby-lovin' lady who has been married for 2 1/2 years shouldn't just go to their boss/team members and announced they need to talk because they have "news." Every single person was like "You're pregnant?!" as they looked toward my general tummy area. It sort of made me re-think those two boxes of Tagalongs Girl Scout Cookies, the loose-fit cardigans I've been rocking and the lack of running over the past few weeks. Part of me wanted to say, "Oh, yes. Bun in the oven. TOTALLY explains that little pooch I've got working." But unfortunately, I'm afraid that little lie might get back to my husband, which may or may not cause heart failure.

Oh well, lesson learned. I'm excited to start the next chapter in my new fully suburban life. (Although I'll still be back in uptown quite a bit to visit friends, for happy hours, etc.) Cheers!