Staying at Home

I'm pretty much a stay at home mother to a cat right now. And that won't last long because Stewie is HISTORY!! We have been meaning to take him up to West Point to live with his grandparents for a couple of weeks now but haven't made it there yet. This Sunday for sure though!! So long you little jerk! He has attacked me one too many times, and I'm not waiting for him to do it to my baby when she's born. He sure has been taking his life of luxury for granted around here!

Anyway, I am finished with work this week. I have just one more day that I need to go in to finalize some training of the new girl, and for my boss to buy me lunch and send me away. It's so hard to make this change that I'm refusing to think about it too much and get upset. On one hand, I'm ready to be done, but on the other hand, I have been working full time for so long that I'm not sure how NOT to work full time.

I have 6 weeks left of pregnancy (allegedly), so why am I done working now? Well, that is because I have a TON to do before the baby gets here. I have been taking an online course all year and I want so badly to get it done before little baby cakes comes into the picture. It would be nice to not have the stress of school once she's here so I can focus more on her. Even though I have a crazy amount to do, it's hard to motivate myself. But it must be done!!!

Sigh.

Wish me luck!

Big Fat Changes

I tell you what, this growing tummy thing is freaking me out a little bit. As soon as I accept the fact that I have almost doubled in size, I seem to have tripled in size. I can't keep up with how much I'm expanding! I do have to say though that I have reached a point where I don't really care how big I am getting. If anyone could see what I eat in a day recently, they would wonder why I wasn't morbidly obese. But I'm enjoying it a lot because I know that once the baby comes I won't have the freedom to eat a Twix for breakfast...it will be oatmeal and grapefruit. I'm totally taking advantage of having an excuse to be large!

That being said, I have to say that I'm not a huge fan of the 3rd trimester. Eating is the only joy I really have lately. I'm way more tired than I have ever been, and the simplest tasks cause me to practically suffocate to death! Bending over has become nearly impossible. Twisting to put my seatbelt on is quite discouraging. And I saw my ankles at a size that downright scared me. I love that she's moving so much more than she ever has, but are the headbutts to my rib cage necessary?

As hard as it is, I do believe I'll miss pregnancy once she is here. I never thought I would say that but I'm actually enjoying it more as it goes by...even if it does suck.