Dropping the Bomb

I ask my boss if we can meet. We go into her office, where a copy of her niece’s recent ultrasound, nicknamed “Speck” is on the wall. I close the door. My boss lets out a sound like “eep.” I say, “Don’t worry, this is not a bad thing. Or I don’t think it is.” Then I point at the ultrasound on the wall and tell her that I also have a speck. She is thrilled, no, really, giddy at the prospect of it. After I calm her down I lay out my plan for 3 months off. We then skip off together to break the news to the VP of our department. Because he is such a big mouth, I end up telling the whole department. The one person I do not tell, he goes and tells. What a loon.

Overall, everyone is pretty excited although I am freaking out a few of the young single women due to the fact that this is an unplanned pregnancy. Well, whatever. Keep them on their toes!