Friday was my last day at work before maternity leave. I’m officially a free woman. Or free until the full maternity pay runs out, at least.
Thursday there was talk of snow. The sort and amount that stops you from getting to work. Of course some of us weren’t so lucky last time that happened. The Northern line seems to run through strikes and adverse weather conditions. Still, in my delicate condition, any amount of snow might have stopped me getting as far as the station. I wasn’t really sure how I felt about that. I wanted my last day, I’ve been counting down to it for weeks now. That said, who can resist a snow day.
But it wasn’t to be. We had a few flurries throughout the night (I had to keep checking every half hour as I shipped my pregnant ass to the loo) but by morning there was little enough snow that you could still see the colour of the pavement beneath it.
One thing about my last day I was dreading was any sort of presentation. I’m too shy for that sort of attention and I never know what to say. Oh, and I’m pregnant, and that sort of thing is likely to make a pregnant woman cry. I’d got a catch-up meeting scheduled for that afternoon and as I made my way over there I was happy to see that the people I’d expect to see at any presentation were still firmly at their desks. Got to the right office and it was empty except for the person I expected to see. I was relieved.
Until about 15 minutes later when she started looking around my shoulder and through the door. Sneaky cow! There was everyone. And yes, that’s another way to make a pregnant woman cry. Still, I graciously accepted my (and Lumpy’s gifts) and it was lovely to see everyone before I was off.
It’s been strange leaving; I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet. It’s not that I expect to have to go in on Monday, I’ve got my head around the fact of Christmas being over the next weekend. I think it’ll really hit on the first week of January when we ship the boy back for his first day of school and I realise I don’t have to get out of bed to get to work.
This weekend we’ve shipped the boy off to the mother in law’s for a bit of peace and quiet. The idea is that we get the house completely tidied and the bedrooms all sorted. We attached the boy’s yesterday and the husband pulled the double bed out ready for his new single one to go in when it arrives on Tuesday. We did a bit of rearranging too so we can fit all the baby stuff in and put up and cleaned the cot (because the sister in law returned it with baby sick still on it).
So now I’m being a picture of domesticity (I’m only blogging whilst I wait for the washing machine to finish, honest) and the husband’s on the sofa watching a movie. Still, I’ll put him to work later. He won’t know what’s hit him!
The thought of being able to lounge around and even go back to bed once the boy has gone back to school is quite exciting really. Make the most of it!!
Enjoy your maternity leave to the full.
CJ xx
It’s good you got a proper send off.
Enjoy your mat leave cos it’ll be over before you know it.
Enjoy your maternity leave and try to get some REST!!!
I hope you have a fabulous Christmas x
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Long time viewer not recent poster.
A long time ago, decades, went through the child birth process with the past wife.
Enjoy your time isnt quite the proper thing to say, enjoyment is a journey not an event. The child will bring enjoyment, the process wont. But try to enjoy the time to do this time what experience has shown you slipped past you the last time.
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Hurrah, the last day has come! Sounds like you had a good send off.
.-= Milo said Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark – Enola Gay =-.
OK, I’m quite bored of being off now. Have run out of things to do and feeling a little lost and rather useless now.