I was dressed in new clothes head to toe. I pulled my hair in a high pony-tail, covering the rubber band with a strand of what I still and will probably always insist is my naturally blonde hair. The pale blue, collared dress shirt was simple but attractively pleated in the back, making the contours of my now ever-present baby bump look just the way Claire said it should: small ‘n’ sweet. And the charcoal grey dress pants with the widened waistband done discretely and comfortably were the perfect match. With the slightest sweep of mascara, finished off with an application of pale pink lip gloss, I admit I looked like one hot momma who also rocked her career. Looking good in my new clothes, I felt bolstered with confidence. On schedule, my boss, Mr. Lober, charged into his office, a Venti size Starbucks cup in one hand, his briefcase in the other. I quit my peering around the corner and tidied up the countertops of the break room where I’d been preparing my own morning beverage. You can do this.
