so i mentioned last week sometime that my boss told me i could stop commuting into the city for the remainder of my pre-baby working days. i’m pretty sure she meant for me to be working in the NJ office, but since she’s on vacation (only until tomorrow), i’m taking the opportunity to work from home. it’s been GLORIOUS.
i don’t know what this means, but my legs suddenly ache (since last night-ish?) like i just ran a long distance. i’m only ‘worried’ about that since i feel like if my body’s already feeling tired out now, just imagine how rough labor is going to be. ouch.
we go to the dr tonight. the pendulum tends to swing on this very frequently with me, but right now i’m actually feeling not so anxious about what may or may not be happening. just kind of, eh, when he’s ready, he’s ready. i still have work to do and now that i’m working from home i don’t think i really care if i go late anymore. (watch i’ll get admitted tonight or something. ha.)
we got the baby’s room painted and i LOOOOOVE it. we did go w/ a pretty dark, intense color (behr - starless night) but the room gets a lot of light during the day so it looks great. we need a new light fixture and some other decorative stuff (uhh, crib sheets anyone), but we’re getting closer!
i’m already virtually filling carts and baskets with fall NON-MATERNITY clothes. i cannot wait to get dressed in normal clothes again. and i guess b/c maternity clothes tend to be of the, uh, comfy variety, my imagined post-baby style is veering towards more dressed up and polished. which should be useful for the fabulous new job i fully intend to land after i get back to work. (that’s some wishful thinking / ‘the secret’ stuff going on there, just fyi).
since it’s summer and the dvr is awfully light, we’ve been watching more movies lately. not very typical of us, but i’m enjoying this new routine. last night, in the mood for something fun and hopefully silly, we watched ‘parental guidance.’ it wasn’t a GREAT movie by any stretch but all i was hoping for was some laughs and instead i got walloped with tears for the last 15 minutes. thanks a lot, pregnancy hormones. (‘good’ movie or not, bette midler - and billy crystal, too, for that matter - is a delight.)