Barefoot and signing your paycheck

I'm a goddess! I created an intricate new lifeform from, well, spooge and eggs. (sorry...i liked the sound of the words)

I'm powerful! Without me and my kind, "mankind" would be no more!

I'm even an editor, and a manager, at a 3000+ person media company.

So why, when I meet job candidates who are in my office solely to impress me so I might give them a job working for me, do i feel like such a barefoot-and-pregnant loser housewife?

We shake hands, and I swear I see them each look at my belly and think: "Well, *this* will be a piece of cake. She clearly doesn't take her career very seriously."

I already felt very unSanFrancisco by becoming a breeder. Now I feel out of place at work, like I should be wearing an orange smock and working part-time as a cashier at a Walgreens in Springfield, Kansas.