I love being at work when I’m pregnant.
Not for the early part where you sit in meetings trying to think about anything except how close you are to covering the highly polished table with your lunch, or for the 2.30 wall where tiredness hits so brutally you just want to claw out your innards rather than stay awake another minute.
Those bits suck.
I love being at work for the mind games you play on the office when you start to show.
Timing wise, I've nailed it with Apple Trees - the Christmas break is just long enough to cause full on internal struggle between “is she pregnant?” or “has she eaten all the Christmas pies?”
Will anyone be brave enough to ask me?
Place your bets now.