T minus 20 days and counting.
20 days. I alternate between feeling impatient that Sweet Pea will never get here (and I'll be a huge, fat preggo forever) and nervous that she might possibly come early (and create huge logistical challenges both here and at work).
It sucks feeling like a time bomb.
I've officially moved to the living room couch so I can try to get a decent night's sleep and have outgrown some of my already tent-like maternity clothes. The kids drift in and out of the bathroom while I'm getting ready, begging me to lift up my shirt to reveal my huge, freakish belly. When I do, they cry, "EW!" and scamper off, giggling.
Two coworkers have told me they refuse to ride in an enclosed car or take the elevator with me anymore. One insists he's got a hot pot of boiling water ready to go at a moment's notice. I routinely hear, "You're STILL here?!?" as I walk through the building, wishing I was home, cuddling a new baby.
At work, I'm in the process of trying to wrap up projects and gently extract myself from new ones. The busy season at work is starting to wind down (thank God), but the loose ends are endless and despite my daily struggle to haul my big self to work in the first place, I can't stand logging off at night with that mountain of work still in my inbox, screaming for my attention.
At home, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. The Go Bag is packed, fridge is stocked and emergency call list is safely loaded in my cell phone. The baby's room is set, car seat ready for installation and a load of baby blankets and clothes are washed, folded and ready to go.
And all we do now is wait, which for an impatient control freak like me, is torture.
Thus is the sucky limbo land of the last three weeks of pregnancy. It feels like FOREVER in the moment, but I know that soon, when I look back, it'll feel like a nanosecond's worth of time and I'll wonder why I was so impatient.
And then I remember how wonderful new babies are. Those tiny toes, delicate tulip-like lips, soft little baby coo's -- impossibly sweet. Impossibly delicious.
I just can't wait.
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So excited for you Jess! Let's just home the water breaks somewhere convenient and not near one of those co-workers!
I meant "hope"... not "home"... though home would be a good place for that to happen!
I had the feeling my coworkers were secretly moving the furniture around by a few inches each night just to make me think I'd gotten so huge that I couldn't fit between the file cabinet and my desk. Which I could never prove, but how else to explain the fact that I couldn't fit between the file cabinet and my desk?
Which is just to say, don't spend the next few weeks trying to make things easy on your coworkers.
Put your feet up, preferably on someone else's desk.
SK
Too funny!
I did post a labor plan sign-up sheet outside my cubicle. All the spaces for "run around in a panic" filled up quickly.
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