I just realized that the baby is due 'the day after tomorrow'.
How often has that expression been used to talk about a coffee date, or the day the cleaning lady comes, or even a vacation that you've been looking forward to taking. But in reference to having your first child, it's a bit surreal. Especially after all of these months of referencing 10 weeks, 20 weeks, 30 weeks. Forty weeks? The day after tomorrow. That's just weird.
We had another weekend filled with mindless activities to keep ourselves busy. Friends came over last night with a two month old, so Z got to at least scratch the "I want the baby NOW!" itch by holding her. Let me tell you - it's much harder to hold a sleeping child on my fully formed preggo belly.
Back at work today, I've actually started working on my Beastly Project in earnest. I might actually be able to make the presentation this week. (We'll see if I can stay motivated as my energy and attention wanes). I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night, and my eyes burn already. Wish me luck getting through the day!
xo L
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