As of yesterday I am officially not working anywhere. And may I just say: Hallelujah!
I've got to enter grades for my students at OC, but I am not returning to Sonshine School at Edmond, except to drop off the monkey. I am a woman of leisure. Heh! I shouldn't say leisure, because if you could see my to-do list right now you would laugh at me. You'd probably tell me that I ought to hope this baby doesn't come until August.
In some ways I'm hoping the time flies (What can I say? I'm not altogether comfy right now.) But in other ways I'm pretty sure that the next 31 days are some of the most precious time I'm going to have for a while.
It's not that I don't want to meet Sweet Caroline, but I also think about how much time I spent preparing for Jonah, and I haven't gotten to do that for her. I'm also thinking about how much less time I'm going to be able to spend with Jonah afterward. I think about how confused and slighted he might feel. I feel torn.
Eh... what else is new?
So I'm looking at my to-do list. I want to make a place for this child. I want her to be welcomed into our home and made as much a part of our family as any of the rest of us. So I need to get her crib together, make sure she has blankets and art on her walls and organized space... Not that she'd know if I didn't, but it seems like the nesting instinct is there for a reason.
31-ish days and counting.