I like being pregnant.  It has been a rather easy pregnancy (here's hoping the labor goes as smoothly): a little nausea, some lower back pain and leg cramps, heartburn!, and I didn't get to relish my last full night of sleep.  I like the movement of baby (even though some are starting to get uncomfortable).  And the best bit is, I'm never lonely.  There is always some to talk to (which I do often), my audience is rather captive, and best yet Quite (I have a feeling I will miss this, as well).   And then there are the perks when other people notice that you are pregnant, like seats on the metro.  And Lunch.

Mihai tells me I bullied Gene into bringing me lunch. I would like your honest opinion.

A few weeks ago, while in lab, I smell Melted Cheese. The smell was tantalizing enough that I had to get off the phone and investigate where it the wonderful smell was coming from.  I find a Hot Pocket, unattended, on my labmates desk, Gene. Unattended.  When Gene comes back from buying coffee to accompany his snack that was too hot to eat, I tell him that it is dangerous leaving good smelling food unattended around a pregnant woman and that he is running risks. End of that Story.

Earlier on this week, Gene does it again, only this time it is spaghetti with home made pasta sauce and melted parmessean cheese and no Gene in sight.  I go looking for the wonderful smell. See it on his desk.  And with great restraint, walk away.  When he comes back I tell him how close he came to losing his lunch again. We laugh and life goes one.

Wednesday Gene comes into work and tells me that he had told his wife, Patrice, the story about my sniffing out his lunch, and that she had packed me my own spaghetti for lunch that day! (A very nice and generous thought).  He tells me this at nine in the morning and it took all my self restraint to wait until eleven to ask if it were too early for lunch :)  I really enjoyed my lunch that day! It was delicious. (I now have the recipe).  And I thanked Patrice with a bar of Toblerone chocolate.

So you tell me, did I bully Gene into bringing in lunch?