Stunning graduated law school back in May, found out she was pregnant in July, took the bar two weeks later, found out she passed in November, and has been working part-time at a company here since then.  She’s been looking for full-time work, but the lawyer market in these parts is very tight (too many people want to be lawyers, without enough positions).  It’s been pretty difficult to find anything and frankly we haven’t been pushing the issue too much considering she’s going to pop in March.

While earlier this week, she got a call from a recruiter.  She’s going in for an interview on Monday.  When she arrives, there will probably be a little bit of a surprise.  Unless you’re Sarah Palin, everyone knows you’re pregnant when you’re 7 months along.

I told her she should say, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought my son to the interview,” when she shows up.  Or, “Let me address the elephant in the room… or at least the child in my belly.” 

The job sounds perfect for her and the company is supposed to be awesome, which is great.  Anyway, we just need some prayers over the course of the next week that it all works out like it’s supposed to.  I think I’m more nervous about it than she is!  Give us some prayers… and let us know if you have any other lines you’d say to the people when you show up with a basketball under your shirt.

Here’s what she said on the topic:

I like my current job very much. I enjoy the work I do and I absolutely ADORE the attorneys I work with. However, I have a job interview on Monday with a company that I think I could work for for the next 30 years. The position is exactly what I’m looking for and I truly believe I’m the perfect fit for this job--plus it sounds like a fantastic corporate culture.  My big concern is obviously that when I walk in and they see this giant beach ball in my stomach, it’s going to be a deal-breaker.  I, of course, feel like it’s not an issue at all: what’s 6 weeks of maternity leave in the grand scheme of 30 years or whatever?  Plus, it’s not like I would be totally inaccessible in those 6 weeks—with internet and everything, I am sure I could still work some from home even while recovering from Jack’s arrival.  I normally don’t ask for favors, but any prayers or good thoughts you want to send my way would be much appreciated.