20 February 2008

Sometimes I really hate Facebook

I was just about to shut down the computer when I went to my Facebook page to see what was shaking. I saw the typical stuff. One buddy from high school posted some photos from way back. Another friend just added a photo album of her trip to the Dominican. I also wanted to see if one of my friends responded to my message from yesterday. And then I saw it. 

Teaching Nemesis' status update. 

She's entered her third trimester. What joy! She spent all of lunch today talking about buying maternity clothes and how she just didn't want to get any bigger. I struck up a conversation with the kindergarten teacher in an effort to tune her out. I almost succeeded, but her voice is just so loud! 

I don't begrudge her for being pregnant. It's absolutely wonderful that she is (and thank God that we're going to have some peace and quiet while she's on mat leave!). But all she talks about is being pregnant. Every conversation always leads back to her ever-expanding waistline. She also walks around rubbing her belly like Aladdin is going to emerge from her belly button and grant her a zillion wishes. 

And I do want to mention that I didn't like her before she was pregnant, I'm not being a petty infertile myrtle, I swear. 

I think I'm trying to convince myself and I don't know if it's working. 

Argh. Stupid Facebook. 


  1. If you haven't seen the British version of the Office, the last episode - the Christmas special - was made just for you. A very pregnant woman who torments everyone else in the office about it is finally told off. Very satisfying.

    I don't know about you, but eventually I would be really tempted to say something like, "there are other things going on in the world besides the fact that you need to buy maternity wear. Can we talk about something else for a while?" I suspect that no one has been able to tell her to give it a rest, if for 5 minutes.

  2. Facebook has ruined a few of my days with updates and pictures. Sigh.