I must be too nice

The coworker who had her baby July 5th is back in the office to visit again today. I get the phone call from the receptionist and am instructed to "spread the word upstairs," presumably so that everyone will run down to see the baby. This is the same coworker who never once asked me how I was upon my return to work. This is the same woman who ran away from me as though I were contagious and something terrible would happen to her baby by just being near me during her final month of pregnancy. When she appeared at the office a week after the little pipsqueak was born, I went down and oohed and aahed over him. She still didn't ask me how I was doing. I think I've put up with more than I should have to. Damn it, I'm not going down there to have salt rubbed in my open wounds. I'm sorry, but I have reached my limit this week. It's Friday and I deserve a freaking break!