As of today, I am officially on maternity leave, as my decision to take 6 weeks off from piano teaching slowly morphed into 12 weeks. 😉 (I chatted with a few friends from my previous job, just to get a feel for what’s normal maternity leave; and they said they were given 6 weeks… with the option of 6 additional weeks if they opted to file for FMLA). So I decided to go for the full 12 weeks and to just enjoy being home with my baby and to take advantage of the extra rest it will provide me. As my friend Sylvia said, “You’re in a unique position, giving you the opportunity to take that time if you want it. So why not take it?”
Who am I to argue with such logic?? 🙂
I feel really good about the decision, not only because it will give me more recovery time but also because it will hopefully provide me with a bit more time to rest before baby. I’ve been so busy that sometimes (as silly as this sounds) I forget that – technically – I could go into labor any day and that we really are only weeks (possibly even days) from meeting our baby boy. I sometimes forget that this belly o’ mine isn’t an accessory that I’ll be carrying around forever. 🙂 There’s really a baby in there, and he’ll be here before I know it!
I’ve been so focused on getting things done (prepping freezer meals, teaching piano, tidying the house, finishing the nursery, and washing baby clothes) that I haven’t really had that chance to settle down and remember that this is all leading up to an actual, precious baby! On one hand, that might be a good thing, because I’ve been too busy to feel the least bit nervous. 🙂 But on the other hand, I really need to make sure I’m ready.
‘Cause, you know, I should probably pack my hospital bag ASAP!! (Oh, and my labor and delivery class is this Saturday, so that’s pretty important too)!! AGAIN, sometimes I forget that labor could start at any day, because being pregnant just feels like a part of life. Then I remember that soon I won’t be feeling little kicks in my belly anymore… I’ll be holding a baby in my arms!
Soooo, it’s a good thing that I’ll now have a bit more free time to finish up what I need to… and then hopefully get some chillaxin’ in.
Up to this point, I’ve tried to get a little bit done every day, which means baby things have slowly begun to show up around the house. A carseat is now securely fastened onto the backseat of the Jeep. A highchair has appeared at the kitchen table. (I know we won’t need it for awhile, but it makes me happy to see it). 🙂 A baby swing found its way into the corner of a room. The crib was fitted with sheets and a cozy quilt.
Little by little, Nate and I have installed, assembled, and displayed.
The two fur-babies of the family, however, have quickly made it very clear that – as usual – they think they run the house. And they also seem to think that everything we put together is… for them. So let’s just say that they haven’t really helped to move things along up to this point, despite our best efforts to teach them that furry paws on baby things = naughty.
Stitchy is the worst culprit of them all…
The minute I set something up, he has to test it out. And then I have to take a picture… And then he promptly gets a quick spritz of water, which – hopefully – says something along the lines of, “This is for baby, and you are not allowed to touch this.”
He got a spritz of water AND a very stern scolding, when I found him testing out the baby crib. This is major taboo, and normally the nursery door is closed shut to keep it from happening at all. But I left the door open, while I folded baby outfits. And apparently he decided to hop on into the crib for the first time.
Really, he just doesn’t learn until he’s been sprayed at least once… or twice. He seems to think that he’s the official tester of all things baby. (And while I’d like to think that he’s doing a safety-check, I’m pretty sure that he’s testing it for comfort levels). So, while I’m putting together baby things and getting them all organized, I also have to keep an eye out for this fuzz-ball, so that he learns – very quickly – that he isn’t allowed to crawl into these specific items.
He really is learning… It just takes him a little while.
And as for Highstreet, he’s just his usual dare-devil self and giving me a heart-attack most days.
“Look, I can balance on the upstairs railing!”
So it’s getting there, bad kitties or not. But they’re sure keeping us on our toes… and maybe preparing us for a mischievous little boy. 😉
Tomorrow’s goal is to pack the hospital bag, so here’s to hoping that one of the cats doesn’t try to sneak in and become a castaway!!