Friday, July 07, 2006

Take a deep breath and count to 10

587 work days down, 10 to go (9 if you subtract 2 half days for doctor appointments).
It sounds pretty manageable, doesn't it?

SO WHY IS IT BEING SO HARD? Waking up in the morning is hard. Getting ready for work is hard. Driving to work is INCREDIBLY HARD. Sitting at a desk for hours is hard. Thinking coherently enough to answer phones is hard. Using a public restroom is hard. Maintaining a coherent phone conversation while having a blasted contraction or being actively kicked in the lungs is hard. Not being able to nap is hard. Not being able to tear a few layers of clothing off and scratch my belly when it itches is hard. Being nice to people with annoying questions is hard. Okay, being nice period is hard some moments. Being teased about the way I walk is hard. Being teased about looking so very pregnant is hard. (What, I'm rather round? YOU THINK?!) Concentrating on what I'm doing is hard. Getting through the haze in my brain to get to my problem solving skills is hard. Feeling like people resent me for taking so many bathroom breaks is hard. (They probably don't actually resent it... I just feel like they do) Keeping myself intact through the commute back home has been especially hard. In the last 2 weeks I have had to circumvent at least 8 major accidents to get home... and remember how my problem solving skills are not at the top of their game?

Oh how my pregnant little self longs to call it quits early. Alas, financial reality requires that I work until I drop.

Well... 10 more days.... they will come and they will go and they will be gone. I think I will not miss them. Just like my moody hips.

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