The rest of the day I did my work in the conference room. Since the meeting took place there and I didn't feel like walking back into the office, I just stayed in the conference room until it was time to leave. Throughout the entire day, I felt like there were eyes on me, and my protective instincts kicked in to cover my bump as much as possible. It was barely noticeable, but it was there, and I was scared that it would be exposed to the public, especially when I was still in the miscarriage red zone.
It might have sounded silly that I wanted to have a child when my life was practically in shambles, but I was already twenty-nine years old and it was now or never. Yes, the biological clock thing was basically bullshit but I didn't want to risk being too old to watch my child grow up. That wasn't happening on my watch. I was already pregnant, might as well do the rest.
