Craziness: on Thursday, I file for my maternity leave. Our short-term disability company won’t allow you to file more than 30 days before your anticipated leave, so it’s been something I’ve put off into the “not for a long, long time” category. You know, along with packing a hospital bag and getting a prenatal massage.
I’m now working from home one day a week (Tuesdays), which makes a HUGE difference in my energy, believe it or not. It makes such a profound difference to not have to make myself “work-presentable”, although I do make myself get up, get dressed, and at least get “run to the store” presentable.
Next week, I begin my once a week prenatal visits. I understand that these come with cervix checks. And yes, they are as fun as they sound. But we’re nearing the end of the tunnel. (Odd visual: the combo of a cervix and a tunnel reference.)
However, sadly, all of this means that I’m so freakin’ focused on having a baby that I have little else to talk about. I come home from work, put my feet up, and watch tv. It’s a riveting life, I know. It’s enough to make me stir-crazy. I’m considering picking up some cross-stitching or sudoku (God forbid.. math!?) just to keep from going all “RED RUM” on the animals.
Talk about the baby all you want. Pregnancy is a big deal.