Week 18

Only a week into this job, we are interviewing again, baby and I. It feels weird to be a chunky girl at an interview. Slimmer people have a higher likelihood of success, they say. I have to lie to the woman in front of me about my pregnancy, by not disclosing it, by claiming my intentions to work dedicatedly and long hours and throughout all my child-bearing years.

Self-interest prevails in the end: I've gotta survive and need more money more than ever, with a cherub on the way.