I don't know about you, but I was brought up to consider it rude to ask someone if they're pregnant. It's a thing that people joke about sometimes, but I'm pretty sure it's something you're not supposed to do.
I once worked in a mostly female environment (I think about 80% if I'm remembering correctly). I was full time, as was nearly everyone I worked with. My regular shift was 7am-3pm.
I am not a morning person.
I tried to be one for the job. I'd go to bed early, and then proceed to lie there for hours until I was able to sleep, wake up at 5:30, and feel nauseous. It probably didn't help that I had an untreated anxiety disorder, and didn't particularly like my job. Most days I was able to just get over it. Every other week or so, however, I was actually throwing up and had to call in sick. My boss told me that if, later in the shift, I was feeling better, then I was to come in. Pretty much every time I was fine by around 10 or 11, once I'd gone back to sleep and woken up more naturally.
I am very aware of how this looks. In fact, it gets worse. This was going on in the year in which I was married. So, newly wed, reliably sick in mornings, fine later in the day. Of course people thought I was pregnant. They didn't know that I hadn't yet been able to have sex. It didn't matter how much I insisted I wasn't. The response I got? "You're newly married and don't know you're own body. You're pregnant."
It's been four years.
I've had no children (or miscarriages).
I am not, in fact, the second coming of Mary. I just really, absolutely, undeniably, am NOT a morning person.
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