Getting out of bed is so hard. It’s always been hard, but particularly now. Especially with Mike and all of his temper tantrums lately.
Brady worked Saturday and I got up early to hang out with Lola. I’d decided that I would do Barry’s, but I would have to pass on brunch after. Trying to come up with another excuse for why I wasn’t drinking would be too hard.
After sweating our tits off, we walked out and Lola said, “I need a mimosa spiked with coke right now. Where should we go?”
“Oh, I can’t. Brady and I have a thing,” I said.
“What kind of thing? Skip it. We haven’t gotten fucked up before noon in ages,” she said.
I was tempted to just blurt the news out, but for some reason I just didn’t want to share it with Lola yet. I guess I’m not ready for her scrutiny since she thinks all men are evil.
Brady texted me during the day asking if I wanted to go to dinner. Of course I did. I made a reservation for pizza at 7:30 so Brady wouldn’t be able to stay at work late. I put on high waist jeans, a lowcut bodysuit, a cabbie hat and a black trench coat.
“You look pretty,” Brady said, pretending my boobs weren’t on full display.
I threw on a scarf on the way out. We ordered two whole pizzas because I couldn’t choose and Brady ordered a pitcher of beer.
“I’m sorry, who’s gonna drink that?” I asked once the server walked away.
“Huh?” he said, pretending he didn’t hear me. “I am. What? Should I not?”
I realized that I expected Brady not to drink since I couldn’t. Maybe I was jealous.
We talked a bit about work, but then I was ready to talk baby. It’s hard to get Brady to talk about literally anything, but we had to discuss this. I reminded him about my first real doctors appointment that I wanted him to come with me to.
“Ah, what time is it again?” he asked.
“10:30am on Tuesday.”
“I have an important meeting at 11 so I wouldn’t be able to make it-”
“You have to make it. Are you joking? I mean, if you don’t care, cool. I see where your priorities are and that’s disappointing,” I said.
“I do care. Uh, I’ll try to rearrange things so I can go with you,” Brady said.
“Your lack of enthusiasm is depressing.”
We’d talked about the baby a little bit and Brady seemed to be coming around slightly. He even came home one day telling me about some research he’d done on maternity and paternity leave and health insurance for both of us. This lead him down a rabbit hole of different birthing options and he asked, “Have you thought about this?”
To which I replied, “I haven’t even had my first doctor’s appointment so no.”
On Mother’s Day, Brady hopped out of bed at some ungodly hour and even though I was excited to call my parents, I could not peel myself out of bed. Eventually Brady came and told me he had a surprise and that got me up.
He had a little breakfast spread set up on the bar area with pancakes, avocado toast, fresh fruit, and little sausages. It was very cute and looked like it belonged in a chic hotel or restaurant, which might be exactly where he got it.
There was also a pretty pink card with a mama elephant and a baby elephant on it. Not sure what he was trying to insinuate there, but noted. I only ate 75% of the food I wanted to since he was comparing me to an elephant. Inside Brady wrote a ton of very sweet things, but just had to include, “I know we aren’t ready and still have a lot to figure out, but I can’t wait to see what an amazing mother you’ll be.” That annoyed me and kind of negated everything else. I feel like now when I think of my first Mother’s Day, the only thing I’ll remember is Brady writing “We aren’t ready,” in a card.
The breakfast was delicious though.
“So, my grandmother is here in New York City and my mother has invited us over for dinner. I know it’s last minute, but would you want to go?” Brady asked.
I didn’t take a moment to think. “No. I can’t.”
We hadn’t heard much from Brady’s parents since around the holidays when the mom confronted me about living with Brady. So needless to say, I was not really in a hurry to see them now that I was pregnant.
“Are you sure?” Brady asked, as if he expected me to say yes.
“I’m sure. You should go though and have a great time.”
Later in the day, I FaceTimed my parents. I wanted to be alone for it so I shut myself in the bedroom and told Brady I’d let them know how they took it. He was getting ready to meet up with his parents anyway.
My mom cried of course and after asking a few initial questions like when I’m due and if I’ve been taking care of myself she said, “So is Brady planning on asking you marry him now?”
“I do think now would be an appropriate time for him to ask that,” my dad agreed.
“I know things are different now and less traditional, but babe, since you’re going to be raising a child together, being married will make things much, much easier. You don’t just want to just have a baby daddy, right?”
I nodded. “I know, Mom. We will figure it out.”
“Has he told his parents yet?” my mom asked.
She smirked, not even able to hide her amusement. “Please let me what his mother says.”
I knew Brady wouldn’t tell his parents about my pregnancy at the dinner, but I was still dying to know how it went.
“Fine. My grandmother was looking forward to seeing you,” he told me.
“Really?” I was looking forward to seeing her and whatever vintage Chanel ensemble she was wearing also.
That night my mom called to talk without my dad.
“I wanted to let you know that I am so happy. I have been waiting for this. I’m booking a flight to come see you later this month so let me know your schedule. Also, Dad is going to be talking to Brady because the two of you really need to be married before the baby comes,” she said in her thick Houston accent.
“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t have Dad try to talk Brady into proposing! We will figure it out!”
“It’ll be so much harder if you aren’t married, I assure you,” she sniffed.
And then for the first time since my pregnancy revelation, me and Brady had sex. On a barstool. He was sure to pull out though.
It was hard to get out of bed again on Monday, but we had a big meeting that I needed to prep for. All of our vendors and partners would be there and a lot of the data was coming from me.
In the middle of my set up, I realized that I’d forgotten to order samples that we needed for our presentations. I should’ve ordered it weeks prior, but with everything going on, I completely forgot. It’s so not me to forget something like that and I couldn’t even concentrate on the rest of the stuff I was supposed to do because I was so worried about how I was going to cover up the fact the I forgot the samples. I couldn’t decide if I should warn Mike that we didn’t have them or just let him be surprised in front of all of our guests. I decided on the latter. That way he couldn’t yell at me.
“And Reese has some samples she will pass around. You’ll see what we have in mind in terms of flooring. We have tons of options depending on the route we want to take,” Mike said.
“The samples actually didn’t come in time, but I have enlarged pictures printed off so you can see the detail and texture,” I said.
Mike gave me a look that was not pleasant and I passed my images around. I didn’t say much the rest of the time even though I normally have so much to say. Afterwards, as we were all packing our things to leave, Mike asked to speak with me.
“Sure, what’s up?” I said sweetly.
He waited until the last person left the room so we were alone.
“Help me understand why the samples aren’t here,” Mike said, calmly.
I had to lie. “I’m not sure. They were ordered, but they’ve been with UPS for like two weeks.”
“Why didn’t you express them? Why didn’t you do everything in your power to get them here?” His voice was rising. “And these goddamn print outs? Are you fucking kidding me?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Don’t embarrass me or yourself again, Reese. I’m fucking serious.”
I nodded and grabbed my things and left. I can’t think of a time Mike has been so upset with me so I wasn’t surprised when I felt myself tearing up as I walked out. I picked up the pace so I could cry in the privacy of my office.
I saw Brendan, who was in the meeting, loitering around the lobby like he was waiting for someone.
“Hey!” he said before I could hide. When he saw that I was crying, he reached out and grabbed my arm. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, but then shook my head when I realized I wasn’t.
“Do you want to take a walk?” he asked.
Brendan touched the small of my back and led me out to the elevators. We didn’t say anything on our way down and as we hit the pavement. I shoved the printouts in the first trashcan I saw. I’d stopped crying.
“I hate Mondays,” Brendan finally said.
“I hate working here,” I said back.
I remembered what Kristina said about Brendan wanting us to come work for him and I needed to backtrack before I got myself into something I couldn’t get out of. “No, it’s fine.”
“Is Mike being a dick?” Brendan asked.
“How’d you know?” I hoped he hadn’t overheard my lashing.
He shrugged. “Just a guess.”
We didn’t say anything for a moment and then he said, “I thought about you over the weekend. I went wine tasting with my parents and their new puppy. It was so relaxing and beautiful…and I know you love wine and puppies.”
I laughed. “I do. Thanks for the invite.”
I realized the moment the words left my mouth that I shouldn’t have said it. I needed to stop flirting with him. Brendan looked over at me with a serious expression, reading my face like he was wondering if I was being serious.
“If I would have thought you’d come, I would have invited you.”
“Thanks. It’s totally okay, but I’m expecting photos of the puppy,” I said back.
“You got it.”
And then, he scheduled a “working lunch” for us later in the week.
Later that day, fucking Connie was back with errors in my report. She sent screenshots and again, copied Mike.
“This report needs to be updated urgently so I can efficiently process my accounts,” she said.
Urgently? Fuck off. I didn’t reply.
Brady picked me up on Tuesday morning so we could travel to my doctor’s appointment. He dropped me off in front and then had to go find parking, which took him thirty minutes. I was already sitting in the exam room talking the doctor’s ear off when he joined us. I absolutely love my new doctor. We can call her Dr. Sabrina. I knew we’d get along when I saw that she was wearing bright blue tassel earrings and pink lipstick.
“He’s a neatfreak and works really hard and really late. Obviously things are gonna have to change a little bit,” I was saying as the receptionist let Brady in. “There he is!”
After he and Dr. Sabrina introduced themselves, we all sat around and talked a bit. She wanted to know about us and our families and if we had any concerns. At one point, something Brady said made her say, “Oh, so this wasn’t planned.” And I guess I didn’t explicitly say that at the beginning. Meaning, I hadn’t told her about the birth control mishap or all the drinking so I had to go back and tell her all that.
And then she was ready to get started. It wasn’t until then that I realized I’d be disrobing and having them prod things up my vagina in front of Brady. I know, I shouldn’t be having a baby with someone if I’m uncomfortable doing that in front of them, but still.
Luckily though, I was just in my head and literally no one cared at all. Although Brady’s neck turned red and he gave me a weird look when the doctor said we might not be able to hear the heartbeat.
“We can try though. Do you want to try?” Dr. Sabrina said.
“Let’s try,” she said.
She moved the the tube thing around my tummy a bit, stopping in random places. After a couple minutes of this, she declared that it was too early.
“That doesn’t mean anything is wrong though. Everything is progressing just fine. You’ll hear the heartbeat at your next visit,” she assured me.
Finally, we went back to her chic all white office so we could schedule additional visits and talk about me some more.
“Are you having any symptoms? Morning sickness?” she asked.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, leaning into her desk. Thank goodness she’d asked. “Some days I will be sick literally all day and all night. I was going to ask if you could prescribe something for that.”
“Possibly-” she began, but Brady – Brady, of all people, cut her off.
“No. I don’t think you should be taking prescription medications,” he said to me.
“Excuse me, what?” I couldn’t believe him. “You aren’t the one who is vomiting all day.”
Dr. Sabrina laughed like I was joking. “There are plenty of natural remedies that can help curb your symptoms. Your diet could also play a role. I recommend ginger tea, whole foods only and a good prenatal vitamin. I’ll have the nurse type all of this up for you.”
When we were walking to the car, I let Brady know I didn’t like him speaking for me.
“You don’t have to deal with puking your brains up 24/7. I don’t think that was your decision to make,” I said.
“I know, but…it’s my baby too. According to what I researched, morning sickness should subside after the first trimester. I think we – you – should stick it out rather than risk taking a drug you’ve never taken before.”
I mean, I guess I was happy he was actually showing that he actually cares, but still. He patted me on the shoulder like I’m fucking five years old.
But, to Brady’s credit, I haven’t been sick all week and I’m not even out of the first trimester yet.
27 thoughts on “we will figure it out.”
Ugh, Mike is being a dick! I hate bosses like that who are great when you’re on your A game, but as soon as you show one weakness, you get the terrible side of it.
This might sound dramatic, but I suggest you documenting things that happen with Mike, especially as your pregnancy progresses. You may have to disclose that you are having some sort of ‘health’ or ‘family’ situation that is requiring accommodations. This isn’t going to be an excuse for not doing your job well, but just keep in mind that if you’re punished or even fired for any reason connected to your pregnancy, it’s illegal.
I actually work in an industry that studies the ins-and-outs of these types of situations and what is or is not legally defensible as ‘discrimination.’ I doubt you’d ever need to or want to go that route (it seems like you enjoy this kind of corporate environment and understand the necessity to perform), but it’s always good to have the information just in case! And feel free to reach out to me if you want to know more 🙂
Sorry if this was annoying to comment… I’m just very into this type of stuff and letting people know their rights!
no, I think documenting what Mike does is important. I’ve told friends (Lola) about his behavior and she said it’s a NYC thing and all bosses are dicks like that.
Of course, it’s very normalized (I work in NYC, too! Wonder if we’ve ever walked past each other lol). But just remember that doesn’t necessarily make it okay 🙂
Super toxic work environments are so hard. I hope you are able to find ways to make it more manageable soon. I am also glad you saw your doctor and have her insights now. Hang in there!
Glad you are feeling better but I’m so mad Brady said no the meds. Not all morning sickness magically goes away after the first trimester. Mine lasted the entire pregnancy and required home health: IV fluids, Zofran pump and oral meds. I’m so glad to read you are feeling better though, I hope it stays away.
Ugh has Brady even offered to bring you crackers and sprite? Maybe he should be helping if he doesn’t want you on meds.
I give you so much credit, if my boss was mike I would cry all the time. My boss sends passive aggressive emails and I spend weeks analyzing and talking about them. Couldn’t deal being sworn at.
Brendan seems so nice, if his interest is truly platonic would it be so bad to work for someone nice? If he finds out you’re pregnant you’ll quickly know if his interest is platonic
I’m hoping you went to the dr a few weeks ago from when you are writing this? A month ago (4/29) you said you were about six weeks along… you can already hear a heartbeat at six – seven weeks. So unless your dr appt was immediately after that, i’d be asking my dr for a follow up u/s way, way sooner, bc you’d be about 9wks now and should definitely have heard a heartbeat.
Or do you not tell us everything in true life real time? I can understand that, I’m just concerned.
my appointment was last week when I was 9 weeks! I didn’t have a proper ultrasound this time, I had that the appointment prior. the doctor said everything is fine.
Oh good!! So glad to hear that!
I totally see Mike being a jerk but in this instance I kind of feel like he wasn’t in the wrong. The language and delivery of the message were not cool (!!!) but he reprimanded you for something you forgot to do. Not having the samples made you and him seem unprofessional and unorganized so I get where he was coming from.
I do agree with a comment from earlier that said you need to keep track of him not being accommodating to you being pregnant, if there are instances like that. That’s a serious issue and one you shouldn’t put up with.
Hope you’re feeling better and the morning/all day sickness doesn’t last too long!
Mike doesn’t know she’s pregnant. Unless I missed something, Reese never told him. I think his reaction is totally appropriate. Not having samples made him and the company look amateur. I get being pregnant and having other things going on but this oversight is totally on Reese and she rightfully should have been reprimanded.
def think I deserved being reprimanded – I’m not saying I shouldn’t have. it was very out of character for me
I agree. His delivery sucked. Telling him before hand instead of letting him be ambushed would have been the better way to go about it. And he should have mentored you instead of berating you
need a new post like I need water to breathe
is this sarcasm lol
By “water” I mean “air” lol. Am I ok?
lol okay I thought that at first and then I was like…..okay she’s trolling me.
I neeedd a post Reese
I misss youuu
i miss youuuuu. email me!
REESE where are you!!!!?
I’m dying Reese, I’m dying!
me too! I’m sorry!