Twenty-two weeks.
That was the length of time it took me to inform my bosses I was pregnant.
Before that day, I was visibly stuffing my growing bump into ill-fitting clothes, praying nobody noticed. Everything was a struggle leading up to that point. I ate differently, I was exhausted, I was irritable, and I felt as if I couldn’t make future work plans because in 5 months, I would be on maternity leave.
Finally, the day came when I felt both medically comfortable – and physically uncomfortable – to force myself into telling the powers that be, “I WAS PREGNANT.” In an email to my executive producers I wrote, “I am not letting myself go, I am actually pregnant.” Yes, that is what I wrote.
Of course, this email was based on my self-assessment that I was slowly turning into an elephant and everyone was wondering, “What is happening to Yasmin?”
Well, guess what? They weren’t, or at least they didn’t act like they were asking themselves that question. Instead, they gave me hefty congratulations and they were actually excited for my family, which was such a relief to me.
Then came the meeting with the head of the network — intimidating to say the least. I walked in with nerves on high alert. I sat down and held my head high and blurted out, “I AM PREGNANT.” So awkward. Thankfully, he was nothing but gracious, reminded me that he had two kids and was very happy for me.
In my experience since then, it was the women in my orbit who were most supportive, knowing exactly what I was dealing with. Now that I’m pregnant with my second child, the two best pieces of advice I heard were from “Morning Joe” co-host and Know Your Value founder Mika Brzezinski who told me, “Your priority is to take care of your baby and yourself, your job will be here.” Another female colleague and mother said, “The news will be here – if you miss one breaking story there will be another one when you come back – enjoy this time.”
While having a baby can be an awesome experience, the uncertainties around the life change can also be emotionally taxing and nerve wracking: Will I be a good mom? Can I manage this life? Can I keep working? Will I still move ahead in my career? Will I screw my kid up? If I have a partner, will we be OK? Will I still have a life?
These same questions resurface whether it’s kid no. 1 or kid no.5.









