Soooo Damn Close
God, the light in my office is terrible. My black sweater looks navy blue. Oh the terror!
Today is my 37th week. She’s basically done and ready to go. Technically it’s at the end of this week, but whatever. It’s odd to think I’ve got a full grown baby in my guts. It’s almost as weird as the fact she could decide to take her leave any day now. I keep thinking about what it’s going to be like to have a baby around the house. I’ve been equating it with a more complicated version of a new pet, but I know that doesn’t really cover it. I can get a new kitten and just make sure it has food and water in bowls, then go to the movies or whatever. I can’t just ditch the kid. Well, I’ll be able to but that would mean I’d have to go do stuff without Evan and he’s sort of a fun part of my day. I doubt I’m going to want to ditch the kid for a while anyway.
Evan just has to build the changing table, but the homestead is ready. My hospital bag is sort of packed. I guess I should finish that soon. It’s pretty cool to see our spare room clean(er) and read for a new little person. The lotion I bought smells like the normal baby smell, so it already kinda seems like a baby could be there.
I’m lucky not to have a job I have to be on my feet all day but sitting all damn day isn’t easy either. Probably easier than most, but still uncomfortable. I can’t lean over to work on my staffing sheet so I’m always in a reclining position, which makes me slide down in the chair, which means I have to scoot up all the time and scooting up isn’t easy either. Actually, after those weak complaints, I guess I see I do have it pretty well. I still would rather be at home though, but that’ll happen soon enough. I told my boss Aug. 3rd was going to be my last day so I do have that to look forward to. I’m off Tuesdays though so I don’t know why I chose a WEDNESDAY. I’ll work Monday, have Tuesday off, work Wednesday, then be off? I should have made it that Monday or at least that Thursday (I’m off Fridays), but noooo. I can always change my mind though. That’s the cool part about all of this. I can just tell them, “Today is my last day; I’m going on leave tomorrow. FU!” Heh. They can’t really do anything about it. The new guy (already trained by me) is due back in the country the end of this month, but they’re expecting me to give him a refresher for the first week of August. I don’t want to screw him over, but I’d love to have to start my leave early so they have to scramble to get my shift covered. I’ve been telling her the 23rd of July would be a good birthday. We’ll see if she listens.