The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Well, like the lion from Wizard of Oz, I had also been looking for courage. I wanted the courage to tell my director all about Baby Reed. Today, with the blessing of my manager, I found the courage I was looking for and I told her. And you know what? Anticipation is worse than action. It wasn’t bad at all. She didn’t shun me or fire me. She genuinely seemed excited for me.

I knew I had to tell her soon. A time bomb has been ticking for awhile now. For starters, there is our department holiday party tonight at her house. I was afraid someone might say something during the party. I didn’t want to create an awkward situation at the party and I figured it would be more respectable if I told her myself. Also, Karen, my good friend at work, her boss asked if I was pregnant. So that made me figure that I am starting to look pregnant.

Now the cat is out of the bag and I feel good. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No more hushed conversations and looking around the corner to see who is there. Now, I can just proudly display my happiness and joy for the whole world to see.

So, I will likely spend the rest of the day telling the rest of my department, floor, campus, Phoenix metropolitan area, the state of Arizona and the entire Southwest Region all about Baby Reed. I wonder how expensive it is to rent a billboard or a skywriting airplane?