My Husband, the Good Witch

41 Weeks Today

(T)he average length of pregnancy depends on ethnic background of the mother (Caucasian women are more likely to have a longer pregnancy than other women) and if it is a first pregnancy (which tend to last longer than subsequent pregnancies). For example, a Caucasian woman's first pregnancy lasts an average 274 days from conception (288 days from the last menstrual period). Wikipedia

288 days is 41.1 weeks. Oh how I wish I hadn't given people an actual date. I'll know better next time.

I gave my boss a heads up this morning and informed her that I intend for Friday to be my last day. No sooner did I leave her office that I had to explain to a co-worker, for a second time, that her daily expressions of dismay as to my appearance in the office are insensitive and hurtful. I thought for sure she got it the first time around but apparently not.

I went downstairs to follow up on some work and ran into a second round of "oh, you're still here?" from a woman who I had the following conversation with two days ago:

"Oh, you're still here? When's your due date?"
"Wednesday past."
"Oh, that's just like my first child. She was two weeks late and everyone kept bothering me. It was horrible."

I sat there, expressionless... waiting for the irony of her statement to kick in. It never did.

I have permission to sit behind a closed office door for the remainder of the week.

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In other news: Did you know that Target will not take clothes back that are covered in cat hair? Even with a receipt and the original tags? We have a date with some masking tape.

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Last night as The Husband and I went to bed with our two cats and five pillows (four of which belong to me), he sang a short rendition of a Wizard of Oz favorite to our stubborn child:

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

And lastly... I had my first infant dreams last night. In the first dream, I had a girl and she was more plastic baby doll than baby but I still didn't leave her in the car unattended. That dream focused on buying diapers. In the second dream, I had a boy and that dream was about diapering and cleaning up baby poop. Apparently my subconscious has no romantic illusions about parenthood.