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.