Bake sale at work today... with proceeds going to a local food shelter. Ironic, but hey, you want to raise money? Hit people in the face with the smell of a gigantic array of baked goods at 8:00 a.m. I purchased a mini loaf of cheese-bread, which I intended on taking home and enjoying with dinner with Nick. Haha. It's about 80% gone, and no point in stopping now. Also purchased: caramel fudge topped brownie. Soooo rich, it wasn't even funny. But that sure didn't stop me from devouring the whole thing in one sitting. Also, a dark chocolate covered coconut ball. Luckily (for me) this one didn't strike my fancy as much, so about 75% of it ended up in the trash. My midsection clapped and then had an encore. It was thrilled.
Also at work today, I got to work on my persuasive talking. I'm really only good at persuasive talking when I am 100% confident that what I'm saying it true, honest, thoughtful, etc. For instance, today I walked into a conversation that was already underway. They were discussing a work issue regarding one of our systems. Everyone huddled in the circle was saying "but we've got to do xyz" and immediately I saw the issue. "But in doing so, you're missing 123..." I tried explaining. My first attempt was not successful. "But xyz..." they countered. It took a couple of more patient and thorough walk-throughs of my thought process, but they eventually saw the light. "Ahhhhh, Lindsay is right. 123 is the way to go." Honestly, I can't tell you how satisfying that was. Not that I care that they were on the wrong path and I was right... but just that I was persistent, patient, and not rude about my discourse and mode of communication, and was therefore effective. I guess I earned my cheese bread today!
In this conversation, however, I encountered one of the more unpleasant things about being pregnant: the stomach starers. The people who, not so subtley, avert their eyes down to my stomach and stare at it for a good 2-3 seconds. I HATE THIS. I have really grown to enjoy pregnancy in the past 1-2 weeks (ever since the ultrasound) but this is one of the things I still HATE about being pregnant. I hate people checking me out.
Now, some people can do it nicely. For instance, yesterday, I was standing in front of a file cabinet, and a woman I work with came up and exclaimed "oh my gosh! I hadn't seen your profile yet!" and that was fine. She was looking me in the eye while she said it. But that's much different than the feeling I get when I walk into a meeting or up to someone, and I look at them and their eyes are on my mid-section. I just can't get over how uncomfortable that is. I'm not talking about a quick glance here... I mean the full on stares. It's quite disconcerting, but hey, if that's the least of my worries... then I say "bring on the cheese bread!"
So, today marks the 10th straight day of going on my daily 1.5 mile walk. We started this 9 days ago (obviously) and tried to make a goal of going for a walk once a day to keep our legs moving and our dog happy. Well, our legs have moved, and our dog has been happy (and will continue to be happy). Once again - CHEESE BREAD - EARNED!