Call me pregnant

I am now a medical condition. My name is "pregnant." My identity and my abilities are all focused around the fact that I am expecting a baby. I love the fact that I am pregnant, however, I am not the one that has turned me into a medical condition. The top offenders of my new identity are my very nice co-workers/boss, followed up by a few friends. I work in an oral surgery office and so there are certain precautions that I must take (i.e., like not pointing the x-ray tube directly at my tummy... or breathing nitrous oxide continuously). Well, these simple precautions have been taken to the extreme. Not only am I not allowed to even touch the x-ray button, or be anywhere near a room that nitrous is being utilized (which is never by the way), but I am frequently told to: go away, or run! I get scolded when I come near certain things. Ah, all for the safety of my little one, but seriously...I am not an idiot. I am fully aware of safety precautions in order to keep me and my baby safe. But like I said, I am no longer Katie, I am pregnant. :)

I don't want this to be read as if I am upset about it. I love the fact that so many people are excited and care for me. I just think it is funny. Speaking of funny, my co-workers have also started a pool (but there isn't any $$ involved) about the sex and delivery date of the baby. It is about 50%/50% split on boy vs. girl, and for estimations on due dates I range from November 29th-December 25th. YIKES! One of my co-workers decided to make an educated guess on the sex of the baby, she called me over and without hesitating (or asking) lifted up my scrub top to check out my belly. Then she had me turn around and she patted me down cop-style to check out my hips. She sure was trying to be accurate!! LOL, well...I didn't mind, I was just a little surprised.