My Job

I'm kind of ambivalent about my job right now. I like money. I like most of my co-workers. I like that I am late every day and no one says anything (I don't take lunches, so I still put in 8 hours). I don't like that there are 6 piles on my desk, each of which represents at least an entire day of work. However, if I could tackle these piles undisturbed, it wouldn't be so bad. But every day I get a big pile of mail. Every day I get at least 10 phone calls, most of which require 20-60 minutes of work to resolve. Right now, since it's my Friday (I luuuuurve working Mon-Thurs), and it's 4:30 in the afternoon, my desire to be at work is at about a negative 11. Though the baby is keeping me entertained by making my belly do the wave.
Tomorrow some of my friends are meeting for a girls' night. I'm not sure if I'm going to attend. I'm even more of a homebody lately. Plus, one of the girls has an infant, but by all accounts (I haven't seen her myself) is back to her old size. So like, hi, why do I want to star as the big pregnant girl? Even though yes yes, everyone tells me I don't look pregnant from behind. But I can't see my behind! All I see is this belly! Ha ha
The sandwich lady at Safeway said I look like I'm about ready to pop. I nicely told her I have three months to go. Thankfully, I felt only annoyance. Plus, I couldn't be too annoyed, because she then magically deduced I am having a girl. How did she do that?!??! She claims to have 90% accuracy. She further claimed she was able to tell how many of her friend's dog's litter were going to be female. This I found slightly disturbing. Now I wonder, if I was having twins, would she still be able to guess? What about triplets? Would she tilt her head, peer at my belly, and pronounce "Two girls, one boy"? Hmmm.