It's totally for real now

I just handed in my 'Request for Maternity Leave' form to my manager.

I'm off work as of July 18. Just in time for John's birthday.

WOO HOO!

It can't come soon enough. I'm exhausted, hot, cranky, swollen, and just basically a bitch to be around. A constantly hungry, sweaty bitch.

I don't actually have a replacement yet though. One girl came for an interview. I liked her...she was smart...and likeable. She also informed me that she had *just* found out she is 10 weeks pregnant. So not a good choice for a maternity leave replacement. I don't think she'll be replacing me.

No pictures lately - sorry. I've been forgetting to take one. I'll try to remember soon.

We're 27 weeks as of tomorrow. Down to double digits. I have 90-odd days left.
All is going well. Baby is growing by leaps and bounds and therefore so am I. John can now feel baby moving occasionally. It's weird...it's as if baby knows when we are waiting for him to move...he won't budge. 5 minutes later, when I'm alone, he kicks up a storm. It's really kind of annoying of him. He's going to be stubborn I can tell. Either that...or just really lazy like his parents!

John has started painting the wee bairns' room. The ceiling is done and we start on the walls tonight. When I say 'we' I really mean John. I'm allowed to help but this is really Daddy's project.

It will be a nice bright airy green. I painted a small patch last night to see what it looked like. I can't wait to show you all the finished project. John wanted to have *his* project - making our son's room. It'll look fantastic when it's all finished. *MY* project is making a baby.

Work is hectic to say the least. The boss-man figured out a couple of weeks ago that

a) I'm off in a month and
b) that HE is off on vacation for most of the summer.

So...LOTS of work to be done. I daren't tell him I'm not supposed to have any stress - he might go a WEE bit ballistic!