Almost to the finish line

And that is a seriously good thing.  Tomorrow is my last day at work, and by Saturday I’ll be at 39 weeks.  I think that means things are coming up on the end (theoretically).

I think Monday’s decision to go on leave early was the best decision I’ve made all week.  I”m not getting much sleep at the moment, courtesy of back pain that strikes after I’ve been lying in one position for more than about five minutes.  *rolls eyes*  And lack of sleep does not make for a friendly pregnant coworker, believe me.

I have trouble dealing with idiocy on a good day when I’m not sleep-deprived, much less sleep-deprived, needing to pee every five minutes, and reading to explode a small person from my nether regions at any moment.  That tiny little fact made today all sorts of interesting, as I got about five last-minute requests, mostly for stupid things that, had someone else done their job at any point within the last … oh, month, would have been completely unnecessary.  The sorts of things that “a lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part” was made for.  It was really kind of ridiculous.

But I survived, and I will survive tomorrow, and maybe at some point the Munchkin will be born.  In the meantime, he’ll rattle around in there, pounding my inner organs like uncomfortable pillows, until he’s ready to emerge, and I’ll try to get through tomorrow without strangling anyone.

Book return and breaking the news at work

I think I’m going to take Your Pregnancy Week by Week back to B&N.  I like the format, but I’m not digging the content that much.  Today, for instance, I really didn’t need to read that women who don’t suffer from morning sickness have a much higher rate of miscarriages — and where’s the statistical analysis to back it up?  You can’t throw out a statement like that and not back it up somehow!

Instead, I’ll muddle through with Pregnancy for Dummies and The Girlfriend’s Guide once the former comes in.

I broke the news to my boss this morning, since he’s the one who approves all my leave for doc’s appointments and stuff.  He is extremely supportive — we’ve talked about kids before — and was really excited.  It was kinda hilarious.  I’ve got a massive caseload right now, so he told me if it gets to be too much to let him know.  I don’t see any reason why it would get out of hand right now (sort of an “if I could survive the last month, I don’t think there’s anything the job could throw at me that would be worse [except child porn]” thing), but it is nice to know that he’s aware of the fact that my stress level may go through the roof.  (Although I keep going back to the whole “if I could survive July” thing… I don’t know how we managed to find time to see each other, much less make a baby, I was at the office so much.)

And in completely unrelated news, Tesla is SuperKitty.  He’s our insect hunter, the fierce one, which is ironic given the way he runs and hides when strangers visit.  Anyway, tonight he was bouncing around on the climbing tower, which is less than four feet high.  The next thing I know, he’s done this flying leap up to the ceiling in search of a bug and fallen back down to the floor.  A ten-foot drop.  From which he recovered nicely and bounded right back up to the top of the tower, determined to catch his prey.  I wish I’d been video taping the whole thing, but it caught me completely off guard.  (He’s still hunting as I type; at least he’s stopped with the Siamese/Burmese chattering, yowling vocalizations!)