This whole work thing is starting to cut into my blogging time. Which, in all actuality, is likely a good thing, seeing as how I have close to nothing new or creative to say these days. Unless your talking about tips for parents on how to better use their fairytale books at home to support the software being used in their child's classroom. (I know, boring client reference, but it's all I've got.)
But I'm not complaining. Work is good. I feel like I may actually be making up ground that was lost during the black hole that was my first trimester... and a good deal of my second. I'd love to be able to ramp up enough work that I can coast through my self-imposed "maternity leave" with relatively little guilt or worry.
I would be greatly assisted in this effort if my husband gets that job he interviewed for. Latest update: lunch with the other owners of the company next Tuesday.
All this work and networking has kept me tired enough to fall into bed at night with relatively less time alotted to worry. This, too, is a good thing. When I read about Julie and Tertia's worry-fests lately, I can't help but wonder if mine is right around the corner. Monday will mark 22 weeks, which is when we were first told there was something wrong with Thomas. It was two weeks later that I was induced and went through 18 hours of labor to deliver him.
I wonder if these upcoming weeks will come loaded with memories and worry, or sadness at the very least. Or if they will provide relief that I am not going through that with this baby. Of course, the realist (pessimist) in me knows that I have numerous other boogeymen waiting around other corners and that looking for loss in the same places hardly ever proves useful.
Only time will tell, but for now, I'm doing quite nicely. Quite distractedly.