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.