Banana Split

This was me. Yesterday. Approximately 5 pm. Leaping from my office into my car for the LAST TIME EVER.

I can not stress to you what a momentous and JOYFUL occasion it was. You know that ending part in Braveheart, where Mel is totally going to die, and you are basically sobbing, and they are like “dude just give in and pledge your allegiance…” and Mel like takes a big breath and yells FREEEEEEDDDOOOOOOOM. and then he dies.

It felt kinda like that.

Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate this job immensely. I am thankful to have found a position immediately after my college graduation, with good hours, good pay, and flexible vacation time. I can’t say it was a perfect fit for me, and I am honestly very surprised that I lasted as long as I did. Back in February when we found out we were expecting, I could not imagine working up through my 38th week of pregnancy.

But I did. And I am so proud of myself.

And if I wasn’t carrying around a billion extra pounds and sporting some hefty kankles, I would have SKIPPED all the way home.

Today I woke up feeling like a new woman. I know this period of unemployment will only last a few weeks until our baby comes and I become a human feeding/changing/burping machine, but it feels like the calm before a very beautiful storm. I love that I have a little time to relax, organize and prepare things- after all this is the last time in my life that I will NOT have a child. Weird? Yeah, totally weird.