The nursery is just about finished. Good thing, too. I only have one month -- four weeks from Saturday -- left. We still need a mattress and a chair and I still need to do laundry, but mostly, things are completed.
Brendan is getting impatient. He wants to "get this show on the road". I'm not too sure about it myself. Yeah, I'm tired of carrying around and extra 30 pounds, but I'm not quite ready yet.
I don't think it will be long, though... Today I had to switch from riding the bus to taking the metro into work. Only because the walk from the metro station is shorter than the walk from the bus stop. Yesterday it took me almost a full half an hour to walk from the bus to the office. It's seven blocks. I want to go faster, but my body doesn't like it so much.
I am thankful that I only have three weeks left in the office, too. Metro is borderline miserable at times. I forgot that. On the bus, I don't have to deal with tourists, and it's much more civilized. Everyone gets in a line when they arrive at the stop and when the bus comes, we get on in that order. Sometimes people even let me get on first, because I'm pregnant and that's the nice thing to do. That never happens when the metro pulls into the station. I can't move fast enough to be super-aggressive and today it took a few looks at people before someone would get up and give me a seat. Honestly. I'm not just a little pregnant where people might be afraid to offend me. I can barely see my feet. I only have to put up with it for three more weeks. That's what I kept telling myself this afternoon. It actually doesn't scare the bejeezus out of me either that we're a month away from having a kid. I honestly don't know if that's good or bad.
