My new schedule as admin lets me take these leisurely Thursday mornings, as well as walk B to preschool every day. It's a far cry from my days as a public interest attorney, when I was out the door every day by 6 AM. Now I work just 9 to 5, I take the bus (and thank god because our two 98 Subarus have been showing signs of the consumption for years). It's all very different and lovely, and if I'm bored silly sometimes I remind myself that bored is perfect for now. I'll ask for additional responsibilities for the new school year, and a raise, but at almost-37 weeks pregnant, bored kind of works.
Which... I'm almost term, people. Fair to say that I never truly thought I'd be here. A swears he never had a doubt, but I know him better than all that. The pregnancy continues to be gentle, over all. Even now I'm relatively comfortable - just sleepless and huge - which everyone tells me is a sure indication that this giant baby has no intention of coming out any time soon. (Oh, did I mention that my mom and all her sisters produced porkers between 8.5 and 11 lbs? 10 cousins and not one skinny kid. Yeah. According to ultrasounds we're looking at 8 lbs, ballpark.)
I'm glad to have done this, having lucked out with a good outcome, and I'll be glad not to do it again. Glad, too, to get to the other side of pregnancy with a healthy baby. I still don't trust biology one bit, no matter how matter how kind it is being to me this time around.