At this point, I have to say that the best thing about being pregnant so far is maternity leave. I started my leave six days ago. And I actually quite like my job, I’m looking forward to returning to it eventually, but I found that working, doing anything actually, at 9+ months pregnant was getting to be quite the chore. Even better than maternity leave is having your maternity leave coincide with Shark Week. I couldn’t have planned that any better if I’d tried. Of course, there are some other pretty cool things about being pregnant: feeling the baby wiggle and squirm, the thought that I’m growing a human (and a whole extra organ) but those things are kind of corny and no one wants to read corny.
So now we just wait, as I idly try to fill my time with pedicures, massages, acupuncture, swimming, lunch dates. I’m trying to take full advantage of this time as I’m pretty sure there won’t be another time in my life when I’ll be so encouraged to rest, put my feet up, and relax. Which is a shame because I’m really quite good at it.
Baby hasn’t been served an official eviction notice yet, but I’m working hard to try to convince her that the nursery we’ve set up and her new digs are much better and more comfortable that her current cramped environment.