The Big Bloat

At this point in time, there are only about 3 pairs of shoes I can fit into for work. For a girl who has a 4-door almost floor-to-ceiling shoe cabinet, that's practically a tragedy.

Then again, I only have 3 days left to serve at the office before going on my extended leave. And, to put things further into perspective, roughly the same number of weeks to go before I reach full-term. So it's all good really.

The only issue is the water retention that is starting to plague my limbs, although I've been told that even then, my case is not a serious one (yet). I have to keep my feet propped up or risk developing pig's trotters for feet, which is easier said than done. Most days I just waddle back home with that familiar tightness in my feet and calves. I can now no longer sit cross-legged. I also need to prop my feet up when I go to bed at night. And every morning when I get up the first thing I examine are the size of my ankles.

But that's ok, it's all temporary. Only the size of my feet post-partum remains a question mark. Oh, for the sake of my beautiful shoes, I do hope they shrink back to their original size.

Pressed for Time

12 working days left. And OMG everyone wants a piece of me!! It's crazy!!! When before I was counting down the days with eager anticipation to stop working, these days I'm doing so with trepidation.

Still, I'm looking forward to ending this craziness. Not so keen to start another though. Haha.

On a Short Leash

The thing about living alone with a house-trained dog is that at the end of each day, you have to make a beeline home so that he can go for his poo-poo-pee-pee routine. The Hubbers and I don't really have a lot of leeway to play with for after hours plans.

With a baby on the way, even more restrictions are imposed. For obvious reasons, I can't be expected to walk a 20kg hyperactive dog anymore (well, I try to avoid it as much as possible), so whenever The Hubbers is working late we will have to call for back-up in the form of my brother- or father-in-law, who thankfully live nearby.

Still, I don't really fancy inconveniencing them, so I try to minimise all other requests. Take today, for example. It was dinnertime, I had taken my shower, but Guinness had yet to be taken for his walk. So I waited for my brother-in-law to show up and come back from the walk before I cleaned Guin's feet and headed downstairs to pack my food. To be honest, it was a waste of time, but we aren't exactly close so it would have been awkward to ask him to wait for me (in case I took longer than him).

Oh well. There's only 5.5 weeks left before I'm due. I guess it's inevitable that in my current state, certain freedoms and controls need to be temporarily relinquished.

So Unprepared

At 34 weeks along (or 34.5, I don't know, gynae is always shifting my EDD), my roosting instincts should really be kicking into high gear by now. Yet the nursery is still one hot mess, full of hand-me-down toys, play mats, funny-looking chairs/rockers, shoes, booties, clothes etc etc etc and even an unused computer table we have yet to discard. So much to do, so little time left.
Things at the office are still looking busy, but I stayed back on Friday night to send out a slew of emails to co-workers and vendors alike to introduce my replacement so hopefully come Monday I will be able to start washing my hands off my work tasks in earnest. 18 working days to go. I can't wait.