Ohmygosh, we’re so close I can feel it. This weekend nesting mode kicked into overdrive. Basically, I’m cleaning for the arrival of a roommate who I’ve never met, I have no idea when she’ll be arriving and I have no idea what her personality is going to be like. And it’s the last time I’m going to be able to clean, EVER. Right?
I’m still feeling great, with the exception of not being able to roll myself off the couch anymore.
My plan is to work all the way up to my due date, which means only ten more days of work until the end. Technically I can stop whenever I’d like, but I’d rather go into the office and have something to do instead of sitting on the couch all day watching Oprah reruns.
Plus I’m not sure Brady is ready to have me home full time quite yet. I’ll give him the next two weeks before I totally throw his quiet weekdays out the window.