centre of the universe - the dreaming: Tuesday that feels like a Wednesday

10/26/2004: "Tuesday that feels like a Wednesday" :doze:

This is going to be a busy week. Jason has started his new tenure at the SPG - for those of you who don't remember, Jason is the fellow who left for Calgary shortly before I started working here. Which is to say, I took over for Jason, and now he's back as our new Programs person. It's going to be a hoot working with him, but I think we might be overwhelming him a bit with all the stuff we're throwing in his lap.

It has to be tough, because I know we're kind of expecting him to remember how all of this stuff is done and everything - it *has* been three and a half years...and add to that the fact that I'm going on maternity leave right away and the boss lady is taking some time off right away, and we're kind of expecting Jason to pull through the water with strong, confident strokes (which I'm sure he'll do) and we haven't given him any time to get used to the water.

He's a great guy, and I think we'll work well together.

Also, the alien parasite in my belly is officially at "term" now. I could go at any time. I have never, in my entire life, been this pregnant. And I have begun to waddle. Yay, me. But I don't waddle *all* the time (only in the morning when my hips are sore and in the evenings when my hips are sore). I don't even have swollen ankles. Or feet. I'm not out of breath, I'm not sick of being pregnant, and I'm pretty enthralled that the stretch marks on one side of my belly look like little footprints. I am, however, tired of people asking me if I know the sex of the sprog.

Maybe I should just start telling them strange things like: "We're hoping it will be *both* sexes; then we can retire on the funds we receive from selling our child's story to the World Weekly News. Better yet, if it's all *three* sexes, we can start auctioning the film rights to A&E within the first year!"

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