Something that has been kind of hard for me is embracing that fact that I'm not Superwoman anymore. Well, not for the next 3-4 months anyways. That's a hard pill for a semi-prideful chick to follow. But hard headedness will have to take the backseat as well- because I do not want to do any harm to this baby.
I finally had enough nerve to tell my supervisor I can't do all the things I used to be able to do. It looks like I'll have a permanent helper these last few months. Thankfully she was really understanding about the whole thing- not everyone is out to get a pregnant woman. Thank you Jesus!
Also, everyone wants to be my best friend at the hospital. :) I have 900 folks that love to give me hugs, ask how I'm doing, and get this- buy me dessert. How fun is that?! This also makes me nervous for D-Day when all 900 ears are pressed to my door..
Have a wonderful weekend!