I am more tired today than I thought. Mommie and I did lots of cleaning and organizing this morning. I feel so much better about the whole thing now that most of it is done. I’m so afraid I’m going to go into labor early and not have everything put away where I want. I know it’s silly, but I feel better now that most everything has it’s own place. I don’t think I over did it, but I do think I underestimated how tired it would make me to do all that. I’m at work now and I’m dying up here. I feel like all I’d need to do is put my head down on the desk and I’d be out.

I don’t think it’s helping that we are really slow today. I’m not complaining about that because that means I can sit in my stool and rest a little. On the other hand, sitting here in my comfy stool, watching our bubble wall, and listening to the silence really is quite conducive to falling asleep.

Two weeks from now will be my last day of work here at the front desk of the hotel. I can’t wait for those two weeks to be up so I can rest and relax a little, and I dread my last day cause I know it will make me sad to leave.

In this case I’ll gladly take the bad with the good. That’s the other reason I’m hoping Muffin doesn’t come early, I want a little bit of time to relax and get ready for the birth. Of course, it doesn’t really matter what I want, he’ll get here in his own sweet time, whether that be early, on time, or late. So, I’ll just continue on like I have been and wait to see what happens.

I am a patient person, but waiting wears on me. That’s one of the reasons I’ve decided to work as long as I have. I mean, it would be really nice to be able to take a nap in the afternoon, and organize all my baby stuff instead of coming to work, but I know sitting at home by myself all day would drive me crazy if I had to do it for too long.

For right now I want to get through the next two weeks and then rest.

Beyond that I’m not even trying to think of right now, I’ll figure it out as I go.