I am so ready.

To be done.  Not because of the pregnancy, because of work.  Going to and from work is so damn draining.   I am slowly walking, uncomfortable while I am here because my back/butt hurt and I have to sit a lot of the day, I am peeing constantly.   It would be so much better if I could just be at home and hanging out with PJ, because at least though that can be hard I am with my happiness and not in this fucking place.

I really really hope I find a new job right after I go back to work (I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but oh well).  I want to work in the burbs.  And drive.  And walk just a few steps from the car to the door and the door to the car and that is it.  I hate that I leave at 4:30 but I don't really get started on my way home till nearly 5.  Imagine if I left at 4:30 and actually started going home at 4:30!! Oh the gloriousness.

I just hate my job so much.  I hate everything about it.  It used to be not so bad, until they started nitpicking on every fucking little thing we do and catering to the attorneys when there is NOTHING else they need.   What about what staff needs?  What about making us just the slightest bit happy?
Oh well.  We took PJ to his first Sox game yesterday, and boy was it a good one.   15 runs!! 5 homers.   He slept for three of the five, but hey, it was nap time, it was hot, and he was having a very long day. My little guy.  We're also back on the waking up once a night and refusing to go back to sleep in our crib thing, which is frustrating, so hopefully we go back to STTN again soon -- usually we do after 1-2 weeks.  So let's hope it happens soon.