There are certainly excellent things about working while pregnant. Number one is the cash (tied perhaps with personal fulfillment?). Other perks include an extra baby shower, distraction from thoughts that my body will never be the same, nice comments from coworkers about my “glow,” and friendly advice from other parents.
One definite negative of being pregnant while working a full-time job, however, is the inability to escape from heartburn. This entire week, no matter what I ate or how straight I sat up at my desk, I couldn’t seem to ease my afternoon heartburn. To make matters worse, I consistently left my bottle of Tums at home, despite having written reminders to myself on every exposed body part to bring them with me.
I ended up having to duck out one afternoon to drive to the drug store for antacids so that I could simply get through the rest of the day. I felt I had no other real option, since the cafeteria in my building was closed for the day and my preferred heartburn cure (ice cream) was thus unattainable. Boo.
“Dropping” the Baby Basketball at Work
Other than the battle with heartburn that I am repeatedly losing, working during pregnancy has been very pleasant. Twice this week I received comments from ladies in the building (one whom I had never met) that it looked like I had “dropped.” It was news to me!
The first time I heard it, I thought she meant I had lost weight. “Really? I don’t think I have. What makes you think so?” I asked.
“Well, you’re carrying much lower this week than last, it looks like,” she replied. Ahh, understood.
The next time someone said I had “dropped” I was prepared for its actual meaning. Good thing, too, because the second lady started asking follow-up questions (like whether it was now easier to breathe) that wouldn’t have made much sense if I had stuck with the weight understanding of things…
I also learned this week that the children’s hospital where I work offers special parking accommodations for pregnant employees. I work at a different location from the main hospital, and normally we have to take a shuttle between the two buildings. However, they often are delayed and have only limited stops.
Through the offhand comment of a coworker, however, I found out that I can get freebie parking passes to use in the garages when needed to spare myself the wait and the waddling from one end of the hospital to the other. Hooray! Shameless use of this perk is cool with me. Plus, I am now everyone’s best friend when they need to get to or from the hospital for a meeting with me.
The Nesting has Begun
Do we have the crib ready? How do we install the car seat? What goes in my hospital bag? What do I need to bring to the hospital for the baby? How many diapers should we buy ahead of time ? Do I wait for my final baby shower or finish buying the necessities now? What’s the best way to organize his little dresser of clothes and blankets?
My head has been swimming with questions and concerns lately, and I think it’s the start of the infamous nesting behaviors. It is slowly hitting me that, really, Baby could arrive any time. Heck, he would even be considered full term if he came in just three weeks! That means that we have to be prepared—NOW.
We still haven’t finished re-staining the change table (a little kid’s desk that will do double duty for now), we have no rocking chair, there is a full-size mattress on the floor of the nursery for extra guests after the baby arrives (he’ll be sleeping in my room at first, anyway, but the clutter on the floor is stressing me out), I don’t know the first thing about getting to the maternity ward from the hospital parking garage, and I’m starting to realize that I don’t have much time left to take care of all of these things.
In addition, I’ve decided it’s the perfect time to make homemade soaps with dried herbs from the garden and cherry cobbler and jam with the abundant fruit on the tree in the back yard. To add more home projects to the list, I can’t stay away from the garden department at Lowe’s, meaning my “honey do” list for landscaping keeps growing. Poor Hubs.
I’m realizing the concept of nesting is very real, and I’ve been bitten by the bug. Home projects and Babies ‘R’ Us, here I come!
Until next week,
Your Preggers Geek