39 weeks, 3 days

Maternity leave bites,

at least this part of it does.

I can't really go anywhere because

we only have one car and if I

go into labor somewhere out there,

Matt will have no way to get to me.

Therefore, I'm housebound and 

if you've seen The Shining, you 

know what that can lead to.

Months ago when I thought of 

this time, I imagined it would 

feel like a winter summertime.

I realized quickly that what makes 

those 8 weeks off from work

so fabulous is contact with an entire

 community of people who share in that 

time; there's no point in texting anyone

because they are all in the classroom.

I've tried going for walks but I'm

not having much luck waddling for fitness;

my lungs just aren't cooperating these days.

I've frequented Target and even lowered 

myself to the Newport Mall but why spend

money when you're not making any?

(I can't believe it's been a good 8 months 

since I've purchased anything cute and

at least 6 since I've worn anything fashionable). 

On the bright side, this past week has given me 

ample time to cook; my husband has been well

fed whereas by the time I'm done preparing 

the meal, I've completely lost my appetite. 

The smell of cooked food makes me ill but

if this loss continues, I'll make a huge 

effort, despite my exhaustion, to

continue cooking everyday:

I

will

lose

every

pound 

of 

this 

fat suit.

I feel like I'm waiting for Godot.