imamaryanne

Yesterday was my last day at work. DO YOU HEAR ME WORLD????? I've been earning a paycheck since I was fifteen years old, just over half my life, and now I'm not. Now I'm going to become a stay at home mom. Which is.....weird for me. I've always wanted it and now that it's here, I'm happy. But I'm friggin terrified as well.

It's officially official that I'm being induced one week from today, on 2/25. I wanted to avoid it, but the last few weeks brought the nasty surprise of pregnancy-related sciatica, making it difficult for me to walk normally, and even making it impossible for me to walk at all on occasion. My doc offered to induce me and I insisted on waiting until I was 40 weeks at least, not going earlier. Then he did me a huge solid by filling out my FMLA forms and starting my leave a week ahead of schedule so that I have this whole week to rest my hip. (Not to mention the lower back, which hasn't exactly been feeling top-notch.) There's still a chance of course, that I could go into labor on my own in the next week.

This is what 39 weeks pregnant looks like. Ignore the messy ponytail I'm getting it cut rather dramatically on Tuesday. I'm also wearing one of only two pairs of pants that are even comfortable anymore. One week....just keep telling myself that...one week.

I know. It really sucks because when you're this pregnant and just feeling absolutely STUFFED with baby, it's hard to think of anything else. I don't blame a single one of you for skipping over this entry all together because oh my god. Could I talk about something else for a minute? Maybe. But not right now.

What I did this past week:
1- Handed in my notice at work. Wait....what? Yep. Initially I thought I'd be going back to work, at least briefly after the baby's born to hold on to a few benefits for a little longer. I worked things out with the firm admin, and I don't need to go back at all. So my last day is 2/25, unless I deliver early. This is weird for me in so many ways, mostly because I got my first job at 15, ringing up groceries at Apple Valley Supermarket. And I've pretty much been employed ever since. Also, I'm loathe to admit it, but I'm TERRIFIED of becoming a stay at home mom and then I end up hating it. I mean, if you take a job and don't like it you can always quit, right? Not so much this one. Also, I need to learn to be a better cook.
2- Bought a crib. (Grady's was part of the big nationwide recall and therefore, garbage.) Put crib together.
3-Cleaned out our storage area (I was using the storage area at work, and....see#1. It won't be available forever) and kept out a few baby things. My parents are top-notch in my book and are letting us use a corner of their storage unit for free.
4-Organized all of Grady's old baby clothes, then realized they need to be washed first.
5- Bought Free and Clear laundry detergent to wash said clothes. Have yet to start that wash.
6-Made a big donation of shit we don't use to the Goodwill. Have another carload to make tomorrow.
7-Started developing a linea negra. Which I was hoping I'd avoid. It took about six months after Grady to fade.

Overall, I'm feeling good about this. I was really freaking out over the storage thing. But since cleaning out and making donations, I'm starting to think it could actually work. All I can say, is if you ever find yourself living in 1,000 square feet with two adults, two kids and a dog, Space Saver Bags are your best fucking friend on earth.

Now. I'm off to try and make no-bake cookies. Because I'm starting the domestication thing a little early. And because I'm really fucking craving those cookies right now.

So for the second time in about fifteen months, I may be indirectly responsible for someone getting fired at work. The first happened last April, when my boss was being transferred to the Virginia office. I couldn't make that commute from my house in MD and continue to have G in his daycare. So I was going to quit. Instead, they fired the auto accident paralegal and gave me her job. Truth is, she was a shit worker and there were tons of complaints about her. Still, if it wasn't for me refusing to commute to Alexandria, she'd probably still be working there.

Then on Friday our Receptionist told me about an incident a couple weeks earlier where one of the secretaries was called on to assist one of my clients with some paperwork. She was called because I was out sick that afternoon. Said secretary, who has a well-known attitude problem and whose continued employment is hanging by a thread anyway, was so rude to the client that it made her (the client) cry. Bear in mind, this is a client suffering from cancer. I was fuming when I found out and I couldn't not say anything, so I went to the firm manager. And there's a big meeting between the secretary, firm manager and our office manager tomorrow. Rumor has it, she's getting the ax and this incident with the client is the straw that broke the camel's back. I'll know for sure if it's happening tomorrow.

I had to call the client and smooth things over, and thankfully she was very gracious about it, accepted the official firm apology, and is not going to fire us. So there's that, at least.

Totally off subject, but my husband snapped this lovely picture of me and G. I love the pic despite G holding his nose and me looking like I have double chins. The book we're reading is Free to be, You and Me.

Current Mood: thoughtful

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