My mom is coming on the 10th! She's been agonizing over the decision for weeks now, trying to get me to leak some information about when the baby might be showing up. I know that it's easy to believe that I might have the inside track on this info, but somehow, the kid's not talking. So my mom's been torn. She wants to be here for the delivery but only has a total of 3 (maybe 4) weeks off from work. So she doesn't want to waste it sitting around waiting for me to pop. But she finally made the big move and bought the ticket, deciding to err on the side of caution, and is crossing her fingers that I won't be too late. So I guess we'll see.
What I'm most amazed by is that I kind of can't wait for her to get here. Don't you dare tell her I said so. Just a few weeks ago, the thought of her being here for such a long time kind of freaked me out. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I haven't been under the same roof with my roof for this long since college. And even after a few days, we start to bicker. But lately, I've been feeling something almost like relief. And I think it has to do with my constant tiredness. Lately, it's seemed like each day gets harder and harder. I wake up early, come into work, try to work some extra hours to stock up on a little more leave, and come home. And home never seems like that much of a picnic either. There's dinner to be prepped, dogs to be walked, dishes in the sink that seem to pile up for days, and usually no more than a 2-3 hours to do it. Because if I can't get myself off to bed by 10 at the absolute latest, I'm a wreck the next day. The thought of my mom taking over some of the household tasks sounds amazing. By that point, of course, I'll already be on maternity leave, so maybe it won't be the same rut, but I'm thinking the baby will be a whole new source of exhuastion. So I'm ready for the all the help I can get.
I think G feels it too. With me working longer hours, he's had to do more of the dog walking and household chores. Our weekends have been spent at baby classes or running the random errands we never have time for during the week, and we're both just beat. So more and more, I hear "maybe your mom will want to do that" creeping into his conversations, usually when things like cleaning random cupboards in the kitchen are involved. :) My poor mother has no idea what's in store for her.
In other news, yesterday, I walked into the bathroom at work and one of my co-workers M was in there. She proceeded to tell me how she was happy she had thought to bring some extra undies into work because she'd had a bit of an accident. Awesome. I love knowing that those details about my co-workers, you know, who has urinary incontinence, who doesn't. . . . She's not old and she's not pregnant, so not sure what the deal is. But she did manage to tell me that this isn't the first time this has happened. This is actually the same lady who months ago, when I happened to tell her I was pregnant, went off on a random tangent about how she'd had a boyfriend once who tried to pressure her into getting pregnant. But there was something off about him, and she was never quite sure what his deal was. He was Lebanese or something, and she'd often wake up in the middle of the night to hear him talking to a bunch of people in her living room. I think she wondered if he was a terrorist. And apparently he had an anger problem. I gotta say, it was the most interesting reaction I had to my pregnancy news.
Also a few months ago at work, I got punked. We had a visit from our regional chief judge in the SF office at some point. I'd seen him once or twice before but had never really officially met him. But we were scheduled for a meeting between him, the attorneys, and the judges. Earlier in the day, he walked around the office and met with various other people. One of our newer office judges at some point informed me that I should try to talk to the chief judge during the day because he apparently had a bunch of baby items in his car that he's been trying to get rid of. They belonged to his grandkids or something. Judge Wiseguy thought I should hit him up and said that actually he had already told the chief about me, so he wouldn't be surprised if I approached him about it.
OK, let me stop here and say that ever since I got pregnant, I've had all kinds of people tell me they have stuff. So why would I think anything of this? I mean, sure, it's a little weird that a 60-year-old man would be driving around with onesies in his car, but wtf, why would I assume it's made up? For crying out loud, I have co-workers that inform me when they leak pee in their pants, surely this is nothing crazier than that? But anyway, I'm sure you can see where this is going. It was all made up, of course. And I was the idiot that approached our Chief Judge after the big group meeting and asked him about the baby stuff in his car. Judge Wiseguy happened to be standing by when I did it and I'm sure loved the expression of total confusion on the chief's face. Although I think he was kind of shocked that I fell for it and he jumped in trying to explain. And basically left the chief judge even more confused cuz I'm not sure he entirely understood what I was asking anyway, and then Judge Wiseguy jumped in before I could repeat myself. All in all, it was sort of a bizarre joke, and I didn't fully get why it was funny. But I got to walk around for weeks after listening to Judge Wiseguy tell the story and people looking at me in confusion going, "I don't understand -- why would you think the CHIEF JUDGE would have baby gear in his car that he drove down from SF just in the hopes of some random person being pregnant????" I guess they've got a point there, the more I heard it, the less likely it seemed. Anyway, if anyone's got a good joke I can play on our office prankster let me know because I'm still mulling it over.
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