Warning:

I'm quarantined.

Not because I'm sick. At least, not physically, mentally or medically. I'm a social quarantine. Mask her up, keep her quiet and don't contact. I have a big yellow sign on my door that says stay out... she's different, quirky and, well let's face it, a bit odd.

People are listening too. Especially the coworkers. My desk has one of those bubbles around it with guys in white suits standing guard. No contact. She's strange and different than you. She believes differently, she's opinionated and doesn't go with the flow too well. So just stay away and use hand sanitizer if you have to go near the bubble.

If I really had a bubble around my desk at least it would explain why everyone avoids me all of a sudden. It's not really that overt I guess, but it feels like it. It's bad enough for me to really notice.

Is it the surrogacy thing? I think it must be. It seems like none of the coworkers really want to talk about my pregnancy, and anytime words like "nausea" or "maternity pants" come up they kind of go mum and change the subject. Not only do they NOT want to talk about the "strange" state I'm in, but they also don't know what else to talk to me about... its like this big elephant in the room.

The elephant standing guard at my quarantine bubble.

So I'm starting to feel pretty isolated.  I don't have tons of friends, I've never been that type. Luckily all (3) of my friends are really cool with the preggo thing. Of course I don't have your typical conservative friends. But its easy to start to feel pretty alone when your few friends work like you, your husband works, and all your coworkers are allergic to your weirdness.

Loneliness is miserable.