Today is my last day of work before I start maternity leave!!!!!!!!!!
(Should I add in a few more exclamation points so you know how excited I really am?)
I’ve said it here before and I’ll say it again – I love, love, love my job. I love being a nurse. I really love being an oncology nurse and making a positive impact with people during some of the most difficult times in their lives.
However, with the Littlest Brewster, I worked up until the day before I delivered, which was exhausting. Partly this was because I didn’t want to waste a single day of my FMLA waiting for the baby to arrive and partly because I was determined to prove to everyone, myself included, that I was a pregnant bad-ass and needed no special treatment at >40 weeks along.
This time, I’m playing the pregnancy card. (Because working until 39 weeks and 4 days of pregnancy is totally wussing out early….)
In an ideal world, I will have this weekend home with DB and the Littlest Brewster, have Monday all to myself, and then BIT will come on his/her due date of Tuesday as planned. I have had multiple talks with the bump and we’ll see how well BIT listens.
Granted, if BIT proves as stubborn as LB was and I go days past my due date, I may be royally irritated at sitting around, wasting FMLA, and waiting for labor to begin when I could be working.
If that happens, I may just have to distract myself with naps, pedicures, and lunch with friends.
Which doesn’t actually sound so bad.