"Dear Employee -
I'm not sure what you think you're hiding with your over sized sweaters, slouchy posture, and strategic arm placement, but I'm on to you. The Canada Dry Ginger Ale I saw you swigging in August was a clue. So was the change in eating habits, clothing, and multiple doctor's appointments. However, the biggest clue is the GIANT BABY BUMP that you're sporting. Do you think I'm blind?
I'm hoping you fess up soon. It's kind of killing me.
Seriously, I suspected back in early August that my employee was pregnant. She is now obviously visibly pregnant, and hasn't said a word. By my counting she is at least 12 weeks. This is her second child. I don't get it. I can't believe she really thinks I don't know. She sits right outside my office and I have to look at her every single day. My husband wants to know why it bothers me so much, and I think it is because I am so afraid that she is due at the same time I am. She is a daily reminder of what I lost and it kills me. It really does.
Every day I brace myself for how I'll react when she tells me the news. I hope I don't flinch. I hope I can come up with some nice words to say. I think I might even go with something along the lines of "I was wondering when you were going to tell me." I hope she's due in March or May and not April. I don't know if I am strong enough to watch that every day. I'm not jealous of her baby - I just want my own.