There’s been a spate of new babies being born to team members. It’s a time of great joy for the new parents but not so for work colleagues.

I can appreciate the effervescent chat, the bubbling pride, the endless flick through Instagram and Facebook photos because I’m a mum but if I didn’t have Master A I don’t think I would be quite so enthusiastic.

Our team is divided; half have children, half don’t. In the don’t camp, I would say the majority of them are sans children through choice.

They have great careers, great lives and don’t want the responsibility of parenting to change that status. They can afford to drive the newest Range Rover, take off at the drop of a hat for a weekend jaunt to Marrakesh and live in minimal overly-styled warehouse apartments in Shoreditch.

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They don’t envy the parents in the team, covet their lifestyle – and, in truth, probably prefer to remain oblivious to our seemingly “peculiar” lifestyle choices.

This has become painfully apparent with the new arrivals of which there have been three in as many months and the growing trend adopted by newbie parents of taking their offspring to work like a show and tell item.

Along with my colleagues, I’ve had to break away from my desk to coo over these new hairless wonders. The beaming and proud parents, oblivious to anything other than their perfect little Jack and Rosie, completely miss that many of their colleagues are not so enamoured with the prospect of bouncing or rocking a newborn.

Blinded by their devotion to their offspring, they do not register their work associates do not want a baby thrust at them. They do not hear the stilted conversations, the embarrassed tones or read the signs that these people want to escape the awkward situation and simply return to work.

I never took Master A to work with me when he was first born; I rarely talk about or show photos of him now. If my colleagues ask about him, I’ll tell them – but I know the moment they start to fidget or their eyes glaze over that’s the time to move on.

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