Well, I’ve been doing a lousy job of enjoying my ever decreasing work schedule. I suppose it’s because the time has been filled with industrious nesting, not bon bons and chick flicks. But, today is the day my due date has come, and maternity leave has basically begun. I’ve finally admitted that secretly I thought she was going to come early, so it was a good thing I did so many of my projects! However, she’s still happy in her little cocoon, so I decided I need to enjoy being a desperate housewife while it lasts. Before I know it I’ll have an around-the-clock job taking care of our little girl!
I’m not really the take-it-easy type. I suppose it’s the work ethic my uncle drilled into my head at an early age along with a song he made up in which the lyrics consisted solely of, “You gotta work for a livin'” over and over. Or, maybe it’s this sick desire to be described as industrious upon parting from the earth. Or perhaps it’s because I married an Iowan? For whatever reason, I can’t spend(waste) time watching chick flicks, reading entertaining novels, or doing anything that does not give me a sense of accomplishment. Mind you, I do have boundaries. After 5pm I am a little better at giving myself a break, but only the check list looks like a pen blew up on it!
So, for today, I’m thinking a chick flick is in order. Maybe I’ll take myself to coffee, or stroll, yes stroll, the streets of Budapest.
40 weeks pregnant