Today was such a good day! At least it started out that way. Violet slept through the night without her nucki, which she has lost properly (nucki and the spare) and came into my bed for some cuddles shortly before I had to get up. I was productive at work and the morning just flew by. A good day all together, until I was sitting with my coworker, going through some old emails to figure an older case out, when he suddenly asked me if I was pregnant. EXCUSE ME?!?
He explained that a coworker, who he would not named, had asked him about it. When he said that I wasn't, to the best of his knowledge, the anonymous colleague mentioned that I must have just eaten too muc recently.
BANG! I have to admit, I almost started crying. I managed to compose myself, but it seriously ruined my day. I was at a point where I was feeling comfortably about myself, my body. And this delicate construct just crushed within this moment. I know, it's pathetic that I feel that way, that the careless spoken words of this moron can have such an impact on me, but they did. I felt insecure, I almost went out to buy a complete new outfit that very moment., I barely dared to think about food for the rest of the day. And come 4:30 pm, I almost ran out in my uncomfortable shoes to head home.
How comforting it was to just sink in hubby's arms. We talked about it, and he told me that he would have totally supported me slapping the impertinence out of this guy (even though I bet the employee's council would not have supported that course of action, and I kind of need that job right now). I am glad that hubby is so wonderful; just being in his presence makes me calmer, more confident, feel loved for who I am, not who I could be.
I can't wait to curl up next to him tonight, and hope for a better tomorrow!