Did you hear that? At about 7.20am this morning? The cheers of elation from me as I did the LAST early morning drop off to Daisy at daycare this morning. That’s right. After 8 (!) loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong weeks this morning marked our last 7am drop off for the little petal. No more rushing into clothes at 6.45am after just waking up. No more rushing out the door at 6.58am. No more morning traffic. No more tears and tantrums (from both of us) as she is dropped off. No more rushing across town in traffic and paying ridiculous amounts of money in tolls just to do so. That’s right. As from next week Rob is officially BACK on Dad duty and can take over all drop offs at the far more reasonable hour of 8.30am. I can leisurely make my way into work without feeling completely frazzled by 8am. Ooooh yeah. Bring it.
I am also finishing up work on Thursday next week. That’s right! 6 more days of work and then I am officially OFF (work) duty. I am trying not to feel bad about the fact that it is sooner than I hoped for, that my non existent leave will be used by BEFORE the babe even arrives etc etc. In fact, I know that I will miss work – chatting and having fun with ADULTS (!) and feeling like I am actually doing a good job. And the fortnightly pay. Oh how I will miss seeing you pop into my account every 14 days! But still, no work? No more make up and heels and blow drying hair and trying to come up with a new outfit by 6.30am? That’s pretty awesome.
Daisy will go down to just 2 days per week at school. 2 shorter days as I can pick her up in the afternoons sometime after 3pm instead of 5.30pm. We will have 3 days together at home to hang out, or in the case of a few weeks time, look after the new little babe together. I know that she is going to be such a great helper for me. She is desperate for the little one to arrive – it must seem like such a long time to wait for something (almost a third of her whole little life) and she is convinced that it will be a girl. I think she might be right too. And her name will be girl. Her baby doll has all of a sudden become her baby sister and she is taken everywhere she goes. Rob will be around to help (!) at night with bath and bed and dinner and just be around. Man have I taken it for granted having another adult around at ‘that’ time of the night. Not to mention another set of hands.
As for the babe? Well, who knows when or where (actually I know the hospital) he or she will arrive. We have our scan on Monday morn to work out the size, then I am seeing my Ob on Wednesday for a catch up. We will then be down to weekly visits I am sure and when the time is right it will happen. I am trying to be very zen like about it all. I do feel that I am getting bigger though, or something. Certainly more uncomfortable. The trotters tend to swell at night, I think I have a week of wearing my wedding rings and then they will be off. It’s just these last few weeks where there doesn’t seem to be much room for anything else at all except the babe in there. I guess that accounts for my dinner last night. A cold glass of milo and some custard. Sweet dairy I CANNOT and will not get enough of you.
Thank you for all your comments, and emails written showing much love and support for me. I felt very much NOT alone and NOT crazy after reading them all. I know that 99% of the crazy I have at the moment is pregnancy crazy mixed in with a side of exhaustion and work and that soon enough this will all be over. An email that I got from Mia Freedman also made me feel especially good. She said that I deserve a brass band for that I have done. So I must. If she said it! She’s fabulous.
As the weight of responsibility is slowly lifted off my shoulders I physically feel relieved. I feel lighter. I feel OK with how everything is turning out, about what I have control over and what I don’t. I can feel that slight flutter of excitement about what is to come (like when you were little and were thinking about Christmas day). I feel proud of what I have managed to do these last 8 weeks and I feel sweet, sweet relief that the end is almost in sight.