The verdict is in...

Not on baby. He's taking his sweet time getting here. This is now the longest I've ever been pregnant. Bah Humbug. I'm literally to the point where I'm biting people's heads off for the mere mention of the fact that I'm still pregnant and not anywhere near delivery. It feels like I'm going to be pregnant forever.
I have a really busy week this week...alot of our executives are in town, and our office will be swarmed with them all week. TODAY would be a really good day to go into labor. Not that I dread having them there...it's just I dread having them there while I'm 9 months pregnant, waddling like a wounded duck, swollen as all hell, and nervous that my water might break in front of one of them. That, and I have NO maternity suits. I was thinking I might have to go buy one, as much as that pains me, because I will literally wear it ONCE, but being too casual while the CSO is in our office just freaks me out. ANYWAY.
Don't think I'll be that fortunate, so all I want for Christmas is a baby...so deliver that fat man in a red suit! (I better be careful...I'll end up with a baby being delivered by a half intoxicated doctor making his way home from a Christmas party in a Fat Santa suit, with my luck.) It's kind of like the night I had Nolan. I had just gotten home from eating Chinese with my grandparents and I was thinking to myself the whole time I was eating that maybe it was a little too close for me to be indulging in Chinese food because of what it does to my stomach. But I ate it anyway. Then I went home and decided to give myself a facial, and as I was putting on a mud mask I commented "watch, I'll get this on...and my water will break". Talk about self fulfilling prophecy! I made it to washing the mud mask OFF my face, and as I'm standing over the sink with the green madness that was on my face dripping it's last little bit off of my chin before I wiped with a towel...GUSH!
So this is not what this post was supposed to be about. The verdict is not in on my being pissed off about still being pregnant. Adam got his new shift for next year yesterday. I have mixed emotions. We've been really spoiled with days the past year, which I think we were all too lucky to get coming off his first year as an officer. We knew this year we probably weren't going to be that fortunate. AND we weren't.
Graves. I had a feeling that's what we were going to be stuck with. It's not that big of a deal for me, since the foundation of our relationship was built while he was working graves. I know what I'm in for. I know when I'll see him and when I won't. I'll enjoy the free time I have to myself...but I'll miss going to bed with him a few nights a week. He'll work Saturday through Tuesday. So at least I'll have him while my week winds down. I just worry about how his mood is going to handle a cranky baby. The schedule will only necessitate having baby in child care on Monday and Tuesday, so that's a good thing...he'll be able to hang out with daddy Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and really, I could probably plan my week so that I work from home on Tuesday's and do my office stuff and spend the rest of my week in the field. I'll have to talk to my boss about that. I'm half relieved that we have some sense of a schedule and we'll be able to work into it before I'm off maternity leave.
I'm happier about that, than I am about still being pregnant ;)