First the maternity leave-
It was pretty funny yesterday when I was talking to one of my project managers on the phone about some work that I was leaving. He's asking, "So you'll be in tomorrow morning, right?" Um, no, what part of the email from the other day that said, "Amanda's last day will be Tuesday," did you not understand? Did he think it was a joke? I've been a little annoyed that most of my project managers haven't really tried to coordinate transitioning projects with me considering they've know about this for awhile now. I did the best I could, but if they find themselves wondering what I did with a file over the next couple months and I take my sweet time returning their calls, that's their fault. And they've got another thing coming to them if they think I will be checking my email.
I when I finished work I was so looking forward to a couple of days of rest. I went to bed last night excited that I didn't have to get up this morning and get ready but then I was waking up all night thinking about work! I was awake at 3am thinking about a client and how I needed to do something for them and had to go into work to do it and then trying to talk myself down that I had done the right thing and even if I went into work I would come up with the same results I had the day before. Of course I talked myself out of it, but kept having to remind myself all morning of my reasoning.
And several people have mentioned me "letting them know." Know what? And when? Yes, I'm sure my first priority after giving birth will be to send you an email with pictures and stats of my crotch fruit. Um, no. And don't expect me to show up before the end of the week showing off the baby and disrupting everyone's afternoon. I hate it when people do that.
The OB appointment-
I was really excited for my OB appointment today because I started loosing my mucus plug on Sunday! I know it's not necessarily a sign of imminent labor, but with it coming out early on Sunday and some decent contractions I was really hoping that I might be dilating a little. No. But I am softening. I guess I'll take what I can get at this point.
But me and the kitties morning of lounging around resulted in a great blood pressure.
We talked more about the induction. I asked when we should show up. She said in the "evening." I asked her to be more specific and she said "about midnight." Um, I don't consider that to be 'evening' myself. Midnight seems like a really weird time to me... I was figuring more like 9 or 10 and we talked some more and she went and called the hospital to see who would be on duty and came back and told us 7:30. That's a change.
I'm pretty pessimistic that I will get any rest and be an angry ball of laboring furor by morning (and I'm a pretty wicked patient under lesser circumstances), but these are the experiences that make life rich, right?