Yes, it's getting closer & closer to due date and I've finally started my maternity leave. If everything falls into place (finances mainly but child care too) I should be off for the next 9 months.
Last Friday, I finished work. After what felt like a loooong wait, the final work day seemed anti-climactic. I expected to feel so relieved at the end of the day but I didn't really. It felt like any other Friday except I was the centre of attention. Work mates were wonderful, making a whole fuss about my last day - they dressed up my desk with cute baby stuff, put up a sign "happy birth" by cutting out the word "day", my ex-boss baked a Martha Stewart-esque raspberry cheese cake and then my boss & team presented me with a lovely card and a visa voucher. It was a great day but I think I'd feel the impact of not working on Monday when hubby goes back to work whilst I get to sleep in and think about what to do for the rest of the day...
Already, I've got a list in my head - wash rest of baby clothes, cook lots & make frozen dinners, clean house for my baby shower on Saturday. And, on Monday, if it does turn out to be a 40 degree day, then I would have to go in the pool no matter how massive & whale-like I look.
So, wish me luck as I wait for this bub to come ... may it not be too soon (ie. before my next doctor's appointment which is more than a week away or my baby shower) nor too tardy either. May his timing be just right.
Til later,
Vange
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