Everyone in the office knows that I’m expecting…. everyone except Mildred. I have been trying to psyche myself to tell her for a while now. ‘You have to tell the Dreaded Mildew sometime’ quips Louise ‘ and you are starting to show.’ I know but I am feeling too fragile to deal with one of her tantrums. But you’re right I’ll do it …now!’
I take a deep breath and poke my head around her office door.
‘Aah Daisy! I wanted to talk to you about the Butler account. We need someone to do the spec and see it right the way through to next year. It will mean you’ll have to train Peter to …’Mildred drones without looking up from her spreadsheet.
‘Ehm Mildred, I need to talk to you about something ….er personal’ I venture.
Mildred eyeballs me coldly. ’Go on’ she says witheringly ‘Spit it out’
‘I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a baby. ’I splutter
‘Yes, I know what it means. When is your due date?’ She glares.
‘Well according to my dates its Nov 28th but the scan date predicts the 15th and I’m usually quite….
‘Spare me the details’ She bellows holding up her hand like a traffic cop. ‘So its utterly pointless you taking on the Butler account then. I presume you will be taking minimum maternity leave?,’ She challenges.
‘I uh hadn’t really given it much thought really. I mean I want to breast feed so the baby gets the colostrum and …’.
Mildred looks ill. She regards me closely.’ I didn’t have you down as one of those’. Close the door on your way out Daisy’, she orders disdainfully.
‘How did it go?’ enquires Louise hesitantly.
‘Pretty well actually!’ I beam stroking my little bump.
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