37 Weeks

Also known as "full term."

I'm not gonna lie, working full time while full term is hard fucking work, pun intended. Maybe it's just me, but while I don't feel like sitting at home simply waiting for baby's arrival, I don't feel myself too inspired to be dictated by the regular working schedule. Today, for example, I was so exhausted when my alarm went off that all I really needed was an extra couple hours rest, and then I'd bee on like Donkey Kong. But how does one say to their boss, "Hey, I'm tired. I know you work 60 hours per week to my 45 or 50, but is it cool if I sleep in a bit and just show up when I'm feeling up to it?" Yeah, I didn't think so. Instead, I find myself calling in "sick" for the whole day, simply to gain just a couple hours extra downtime. Then again, I'm taking myself on a daytime movie date, so it's not exactly complaint worthy, just guilt inducing.

I got to spend the day doing just Jo things. I took myself on a movie date to Bridgeport Village and saw the movie The Descendants. I even had the pleasure of hiding in a dark corner to cry through the movie, because there were only three other viewers at the theater. That's what I call a film success. Then I wandered about, shopping here and there. I spent hours at the Container Store, trying to create/build the perfect office. Because that's of the utmost importance right now, right? Nesting instinct anyone? Needless to say, it was a day well spent. Who knows when I'll get another one of those solo, wandering days again ...