I think the time has almost come. It’s been days since I last blogged. I logged on this morning to write but the only stuff I have to write about is baby related. I swore to myself that this blog was not going to become one that logged my progress as a pregnant woman or gave you facts about my babies in utero – the kinds of facts that are fascinating to me but mean absolutely nothing to anyone else. It would be like becoming one of those people that sends out a constant stream of photos of their babies doing stupid things.
My parents tell a funny story about a couple that they were friends with when they were my age. This couple had their first child and they would invite people over for drinks and then put their baby in the middle of the room and make everyone watch him for hours. If it’s not your baby, it’s just not interesting.
It’s also not interesting to hear me moan about how bored I am at work. I have one more full week to go and then I’m outta here – forever. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m not sure it will until my last day when I’m packing up 13 years worth of stuff into a small box and pulling out of the carpark for the last time. Things have changed here so much lately that I don’t feel sad about leaving the job, just the people. But I’m so excited about what’s to come that it overshadows any negative feelings.
You’re probably not interested in the fact that I’m having my baby shower this weekend.
People find it much more interesting reading about the bad behaviour of a girl that goes out on weekend benders and does embarrassing things and I’m just not that girl any more. At least, not for a while.
I’m having trouble letting go though…