We still need to buy a few things for the nursery and I needed to pick up a few last minute items, so Jake and I went shopping yesterday. I don’t even know why I bother at this point. I can’t stand for more than 10 minutes without feeling the need to sit down NOW. We didn’t wind up getting the shades and curtains for the nursery because I couldn’t handle the thought of walking around another store. Jake’s going to go one night this week to pick those items up because he can move around more efficiently when he doesn’t have me waddling behind him. Heh. One of my biggest fears is that I won’t get some of my energy back after the baby is born. I don’t expect to have energy as soon as she pops out obviously, but I hope that my body is not this run down and exhausted once I lose a few pounds of baby and water weight, and when I don’t have a baby all up in my ribs making me feel like crap all day. I expect to be tired, but I hope that I can at least walk around a store for more than 10 minutes without wanting to die.

My last day of work is Friday! You have no idea how excited I am about that. My standard answer for any bullshit is going to be, “Just call me Phil Collins because I don’t care anymo’. I don’t care anymo-o-o’.” I can’t believe I’m going to have a year off. And that I don’t ever have to return here, ever.