36 Weeks

36 weeks. Geez Louise! I could have a baby THIS MONTH. I must look it too, because my co-workers keep asking when I'm leaving. According to the pregnancy checklist at thebump.com, the week 36 milestone is "last day of work." I think I should tell my boss about this because she must not know. But really, I don't mind working up until baby is born. It keeps me busy, and I'd rather have more time with my daughter when I can actually hold her in my arms and kiss her baby cheeks.

So when they ask how long I'll be around, I just tell them, until baby decides to make an appearance. Yesterday, someone asked if I might go into labor at work, and well, it's certainly a possibility. He said he'd bring in a stack of towels -- because isn't that what they say when someone goes into labor? "Bring towels and warm water!" I assured him though, we won't be needing the warm water, just a ride to the hospital if necessary.

Inevitably, when I say that I'll be working up until the end, someone tells me either that "the first one" is always late, or that their wife/mother/daughter/sister went into labor three weeks early. But the truth is, you never know. Baby will come when she is ready, and although mama wishes she could know when that will be, mama is learning patience, and starting to understand that she'll never be able to make plans like she was accustomed to before. It's going to be an adjustment, but I say, bring it on. I can't wait to adjust to life with this baby.