A new low

During maternity leave I'm still seeing a couple of clients. 
They live in the same town as I do so it's super easy for me to see them-and since my actual office is about an hour away it's convenient for all of us to meet here in Fayetteville.
Anyhow, last night I went to see two of them, who happen to be sisters (ages 6 and 8). They are young and therefore hardly stay focused on anything I bring for them to work on so I decided to use some of that youthful energy to my advantage and I made them walk with me! Probably some ethical-type child labor law against that but they seemed to enjoy it enough.
Actual therapeutic value was at a minimum...oh well.
Yall, it was seriously hard as heck to keep up with them but I did it thinking that maybe I'd be lucky enough to throw myself into labor.
It didn't happen.
Go figure.

Oops...

So, I made a tiny little mistake today.
It was really rather minor...don't know why everyone freaked out so much.

Let me first paint you a picture of the scene:
I'm standing in the hallway at work standing with one of my clients. We were in front of the little sliding glass window waiting for the secretary to find her another appointment. The doctor was in the office searching through charts.  The nurse was chatting to the doctor.  My boss was in there doing something too...

Now this is what my client asked me:
Client: "So...do you think you'll have the baby early, late or on time?"

This is what I wished I'd have said:
Me: "Well, if she's anything like my husband she'll be late because he's a procrastinator."

This is what I actually said:
Me: "Well, if it's my husband's child she'll be late because he's a procrastinator."

Everyone's reaction:
Everyone: ::insert mouth open, wide eyed, gaping stares::

Ooops........

Oh the funness with the crazies...

Secretary: You have an emergency assessment scheduled today and the boss wants you to call her before he gets here.
Me: Okey dokey *rings up boss*
Boss: This new guy coming in has been here before and caused quite a stir. Apparently he likes to get really friendly with the ladies...I don't know how he feels about pregnant ladies but don't close your office door!
Me: At this point, I'll take what I can get...

**he didn't actually even show up for the appointment. bummer.**

The joys of mental health...

I've just recently started telling my clients and co-workers about the pregnancy, and so far there's been a very mixed reaction. I decided that second trimester was far enough along to tell and that they needed to know since it will affect their treatment.
I don't know what I'm thinking expecting sane behavior from the mentally ill...but I decided to share with you guys because it made me laugh :-)

Client #1: This girl acted like I have been her BFF for E (best friend for ever) after I told her the news. She lept out of her chair, hugged me, and cried like this was the BEST NEWS EVER. Mind you, we've only had about 4 sessions together and I doubt she could actually tell me my last name...can we say narcissism?
Client #2: This guy gives me a petrified look and goes, "You're going to leave me....??" My reaction, "Uh...yes, for a short time at least as I take maternity leave but that is still many months away. You will be referred to one of the other therapists in case you need to talk with someone while I am away." Guy: "But you will come back to me right...??" Me: "Ummm...you do know that this is not a breakup or anything...I think you're taking it a tad too personal."
Client #3: *Who happened to find out from client #1...grrr...gossiping clients* Client: "Why did you tell her first??? We've known each other longer and you decided to tell her first??? I just don't understand why you wouldn't tell me."

At this point in my day I gave up telling clients. Three is a good number in one day. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again. Check back for updates or feel free to start guessing diagnoses. It could be a fun game ;-)