For the first time in 8+ years, I’m not prepping for a 5:15 wakeup call tomorrow.
[although the peanut squashing my bladder will probably make that happen anyway.]
I’m not figuring out whether I have enough clean suits for the week, getting a gym bag together, packing up restocks on my desk snacks, making my lunch or doing laundry.
My last day in the office was Friday. On Saturday, M and I went into the office so I could finish packing up my working files and he could load them into the car for me. As I wiped down my free-from-piles desk and turned out the light for the next 14 weeks, it was strangely a little bittersweet.
This year at work hasn’t been easy. From my getting pregnant process to my boss’ illness to personnel changes to new roles to being busier than ever, it’s been a bruiser of a year. Somehow we all survived.
I wish I were the kind of person that could turn off the light and not think about work for the next 14 weeks. I just don’t operate like that, so I am working from home until it’s go-time - and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ll probably be working over my leave. I’ve got about 10 items on my work to-do list that are in the “must complete before baby” category.
But I’m also going to sleep past 5:15. Make real dinners again. Meet friends for lunch. Get my eyebrows and nails done. One last prenatal massage. Finish last minute pre-baby to-dos. Maybe pack a hospital bag finally.
Seven days out from my due date. If this kiddo can sit tight for a few more days, I think that will do quite nicely.
Happy birthday @playing_hooky - my favorite old hooker on a piano!
I’m 38.5 weeks pregnant, have two days left in the office and have a to-do list with literally 4 times as many items as days before my due date, but I’ll take a 5 p.m. call and then cram myself into a suit and entertain clients at dinner tonight.
What I failed to consider when planting twelve tomato plants, eight kinds of herbs and a fairly aggressive veggie plot in a raised bed was that I would be nine months pregnant when all that shit needed to get pulled up, preserved and/or winterized.
1. One more week left in the office. Someone at work asked me yesterday if I was due in December or January. Um, two weeks, brah.
2. I don’t think there is a look I hate more than giant flower/bow headbands on infant. Dear family/friends who read here, don’t even think of coming at me with that shit if BS is a little lady.
3. I got our Cliff Lede wine club shipment today and only have to wait mere weeks to break into it!
4. M’s coworkers threw him a little baby shower yesterday and I was just blown away by the generosity of his work people. The sentiment of a little shower was sweet enough, but he got some incredibly, incredibly generous gifts.
5. This celery root puree is totally the new mashed potato. Make it with everything fall crock-pottish and braised.
1. Purposely wore a dress that makes me look like I am the size of a house.
2. Waddled up to the bench.
3. Smiled nicely at the asshole cop.
4. Dragged along my lawyer friend who used to work with the prosecutor.
5. Ended up paying the stupid ticket anyway.
For what? (at Lincoln Park South Fields)
About to eat my feelings.
1. One of my best friends had her baby last night. She’s absolutely perfect, has the most beautiful name, and is just the sweetest tiny little doll. I can’t wait to get my hands on my little friend-niece!
2. She was due 2.5 weeks before me. The fact that her baby now lives In the outside world? Cue panic.
3. I am wearing a slightly stepped up, dressier version of a sweatshirt and leggings to work. I have officially quit caring.
4. I am now a person who drives a car with a car seat.
5. 2 weeks and 2 days left in the office, and I’m swamped. Better get crack-a-lackin’!
1. Baby is head down and ready to go! Now we just wait.
2. M had his head on my stomach tonight and was talking to the baby. Super cute, right? Then the baby kicked him in the face. Like really hard, wind up, donkey kick straight to the face. It was totally awesome.
It was a busy, full weekend. I can’t remember the last time we went out Friday AND Saturday night and then again on Sunday for good measure.
Friday was dinner with some good friends. We chatted about their wedding next year in Punta Cana, shared s’mores and made those kind of vague plans to “get together soon” one makes when she is four weeks away from a huge life change.
Last night, a few of my girls organized a little last pre-baby girls’ night out. Azzurra in Wicker Park is fabulous! I wore a fitted dress and 4 inch heels and had a half glass of sparkling rose that was sent from above when the clouds parted and the angels sang.
Today we were up early to pack the car and head down to Soldier Field for baby’s first (and likely mom’s last) Bears game. We were in charge of the tailgate for our season ticket group - the sliders were good, but the Bloody Mary bar M put together was a huge hit.
I am utterly exhausted (and I’m sure after all the walking and stairs today I will barely be able to roll myself out of bed tomorrow), but this was very likely our last weekend of plans on a whim, staying out late, and not planning around a third, tiny, very cute little person.
Speaking of, tomorrow is the big day. Let’s hope this big weekend motivated the baby to get head down and ready to join the fun outside world!
get ready for scandal’s return with wine & popcorn pairings
(even if my girl ka hadn’t made one of these recommendations - one of the most delicious, in my opinion - i’d still think everyone needed to see this.)
This sounds amazing. Except I can’t drink and I’m still at the office.
After 34 weeks of a very easy pregnancy, things are starting to get a little rough around here. That said, I have really been trying to focus on not complaining. This peanut is well worth the nosebleeds, crazy hip/pelvis pain, struggles to hoist myself out of bed and the super attractive duck walk!
We got to see BS yesterday for the first time in 14 weeks. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed that it just looked like a bigger version of the baby we saw at 20 weeks. Not the dramatic change we saw from 6 to 8 to 10 to 13 to 20 weeks. It does have hair now, which is pretty cute, albeit slightly mullet-y looking.
Yesterday’s scan was necessary because the baby had been breech for awhile and I had some other things going on that needed to be checked out to rule out the necessity of a c-section.
The good news? The baby is no longer breech.
The bad news? The baby is now sideways, and apparently quite comfortable that way.
Now, I’m not a doctor but I understand enough about geometry and anatomy to know that a sideways baby can’t come out in the traditional course. Nor do I want to attempt that feat.
So BS has 2 weeks to get its shit together and get head down. If it doesn’t get with the program, I’ll be admitted and they will attempt to physically move the baby in the correct position (although, if it has inherited my stubbornness, good luck with that, doc). There’s a chance that procedure will induce labor, so BS could arrive as soon as 2.5-3 weeks.
Which is totally insane. We are NOT ready yet. It looks like a bomb went off in the nursery. Very little is washed and put away. The car seat isn’t installed (or even out of the box). We haven’t bought the stroller. Completed preregistration for the hospital. Or any of the remaining things on our long pre-baby to-do list.
Looks like BS isn’t the only one who needs to get its shit together.
[Of course, we’ll scramble to get everything done in the next two weeks and BS will turn and refuse to come out until like 42 weeks.]
So I’ve wanted a pair of Stuart Weitzman 5050s for like basically forever and thinking this may be my fall treat yoself thing as during this entire calendar year I haven’t bought a single pair of new shoes or an item of clothing that costs more than $20 and isn’t ruched on the side to accommodate an extra human. I’m sure I’ll get a ton of wear out of them. You know, paired with leggings and a third day t-shirt around my house while my newborn screams at me.