Drama, drama, drama

In an effort not to make this blog solely about being pregnant, I will update you all on school. I've been doing this group project, which I think I alluded to recently. I have sort of a peripheral role, except that I get the same amount of credits for it as everyone else. Sounds great, right? Except that there was a bit of a falling out with a member of the team... he didn't keep up with the work, we had to pick up the slack, the team got a little (okay, a lot) frustrated with him, the frustration showed and he got frustrated back; he then sent out a really nasty e-mail to all of us, including the prof. So we decided to have a meeting to decide if we could continue to work together - super fun! Drama, drama, drama.

I personally never wanted to have the meeting, because I knew not much would come of it and would seem like four against one. But one girl was insistent, so we did it. For three minutes, no one said a thing, so finally I got the ball rolling and called him out on the fact that we all had to pick up his slack and that his e-mail was completely inappropriate (In it he told us all to "get a life" and said some other pretty silly personal stuff). I tried to be polite, but I was frank. He responded defensively, as one might expect. I was a little annoyed that I had to do most of the talking, since as per sentence one, I didn't really want this meeting to begin with.

Anyway I was kind of hoping things would smooth over and he'd "shape up" rather than "ship out," but he's chosen the latter option. We had another meeting last night - the one where I was going to say that for ambiguous "personal reasons" (read: fatigue, nausea, unwillingness to put myself into stressful situations), I didn't want to take on his role. But then were told that he's resigned and now I don't have much choice. The only other alternative is to have someone else who was already doing a lot (read: much more than me) to do both his stuff and her own. But it makes a lot more sense for me to do it. Blah.

It was too bad the meeting went down like that, because it resulted in my 'fessing up to my "condition" in a rather dramatic way, as I tried to explain why I hadn't wanted this to happen because I'm not feeling all that well today. I was verging on tears, which I'm sure muted the otherwise happy mood that such news usually brings. My announcement had more of a "shock and awe" component. Then I explained how unexpected it had all been, how crappy I am feeling et cetera. "But it is happy news!" I added.

After the meeting, one of the girls was congratulating me and asked me: "So, it was really out of the blue?" Which is kind of a funny question - I mean, what answer does she want? It was as out of the blue as pregnancy is when you're having unprotected sex with your husband. The response that popped out was: "Well, I have to admit I wasn't being super careful." Why did I say that? I have no idea. She really didn't need that information. Why did she ask? I'm sure she wonders herself. In any case, there were no follow-up questions.

And because even when my posts don't start off about pregnancy they end up that way, I will add that morning sickness has hit like a big metaphorical and literal punch in the gut; it's a lot like a hang-over - overwhelming nausea, headache (I get headaches for everything) and cravings for home fries with loads of sour cream. And like a really bad hangover, it lasts all day.

I'm skimming this really terrible book for expectant dads that a friend lent me when she sniffed out my news. Yes, another couple guessed, in record time. I hadn't been over there more than ten minutes and had barely cooed over their little one. Anyway, this book for dads has little sections in it labelled "In the Doghouse" with helpful hints like "Don't tell your partners she looks 'fat,' or that her feet have gotten 'huge'." So many pregnancy books are like wedding books, they treat you (and especially 'Dad') as if he has an IQ of 80.