Baby Factory

Apparently I'm going to have to get pregnant in order to be in the conversation loop around my office.

Just kidding...mostly. The part that's serious is that everyone else in the office is big into baby talk right now. Three people have had babies in the past year, and one is now pregnant. Maybe Harvest fertility is catching, and can be dragged into other environments? If this is true, I'm sure we could find a way to turn it into the next fundraiser for our building project.

The big boss came through the office the other day to congratulate the co-worker who is pregnant now. And then he said to me, "It's working its way around the office, Suzanne. You're next." One of those semi-funny and semi-awkward comments.

I replied, "There are a few other things that need to work their way around first."

One of these things (and it's a little way down on the list) would be the willingness to be pregnant. I know a couple who can't have children biologically, and they are looking into embryo adoption. This is because, the woman says, she has always wanted to be pregnant.

What? Always? Wanted?

If I ever wanted this, it has been a long time since then. I remember thinking kids would be nice, but the nine month production process hasn't been a rosy fantasy for me, and I have no particular desire to pass my genetics on any further. I mean, sure, the world could handle another insanely cute kid, but there are other really cute kids around.

If I had the choice between adopting an embryo or adopting an infant (or child), I would choose the pre-fabricated version, hands down. "No assembly? Great."

"Now where's the user's manual?"

Healthy Holidays

Today I am fantasizing about having one of these.

I especially want the Sit-to-Walkstation. I would pay good money to have this in my office space. Never feeling too sedentary at work again...never feeling (as) guilty for skipping the gym.... Mmmmm.... Too bad I live on the third floor and it would be really awkward, or I would totally look into this for my apartment.

In related news, I am in a little competition (accountability group?) with some women I know from work. Our goal: maintain or lose weight this holiday season. I'm hoping for "lose," as in "lose the five pounds I picked up last holiday season and haven't shaken off." Stupid five pounds.

Because we're all trying not to gain weight, I sent an email to employees in the field asking them not to send us candy for Christmas. That was awkward. It sounds far too bold to say "buy me this instead of this." Even if you are pretty sure a gift is coming, it sounds presumptive. But on the other hand, I'd appreciate someone telling me (gently) that they don't really use/like what I tend to get them.

And because of that email, I will have llama mittens and a llama scarf for Christmas. So. Cool.

All that's really left now is the Walkstation....