Due
I've been debating whether to post anymore. I've been pretty depressed about my situation lately. The baby is officially due and aside from some painless pre-labor contractions, he is still settled in snugly for as long as possible.
There haven't been many patients for the evening shift, so I've barely been working. Only about 12 hours two weeks ago and 7 hours last week. Today I'm officially only maternity leave with no baby to show for it. My type of work doesn't allow me to pop in as available, so I guess I'm done until August.
People tell me to relax and enjoy the time off, but I've had too much of that. I've watched a ton of TV and movies while resting and knitting. I've sewed, shopped, re-organized, and cleaned. I've had three massages. I've taken Jem for walks and met Ben at his office for lunch. The worst part is being home alone for so much time.
I also feel pressured to get the birth over. Everyone is anxious about it, even my neighbor. My friends are moving in two days so now they probably won't get to meet our baby. My family is likely to visit this weekend and I'm worried I'll have no one to show them. Of course, no one is actually mean about it, and all give me encouragement and understanding that he'll probably be late. Meanwhile, I'm chewing through my maternity leave, cutting down on time I'll actually get to spend with the baby. Every morning I wake up and see my giant belly and feel like a failure.
Waiting waiting waiting.
The weekend was really nice. Ben took me to Boulder to hang out. Then yesterday he took me to the foothills to walk around and picnic. Here's a shot of my big bad 40 week self. But now that I'm back to the weekly grind, I don't know what I'll do to keep busy. I already did the dishes, swept the floors, took Jem around the block, re-organized the baby clothes, emptied my google reader, and blogged, and it's only 10:30. Waiting waiting waiting.










