Today was my last day at work until after she arrives. It is just a matter of a few days at this point, because it turns out that my doctor will not let me stay pregnant forever. Ben and I are both staying home now until she comes, which won't be any later than the 16
th. It was a very strange feeling turning off the light in my office today and knowing that I wouldn't be back for several months. I wish I could think of some poetic, creative, beautiful words to describe how it felt to finish up work this evening, only to come home and wait over the next few days for our lives to change in the most dramatic of ways, but the best word I could come up with was eerie.
I am just going to say it one more time: I hope she arrives soon, (although the idea of begging the powers to be in the world to send me into labor does seem like a sort of weird request).