I am officially done with work as of this past Friday. I had decided a while back that if at all possible, I wanted to stop working a week before my due date. I came to this conclusion due to many factors: I knew I’d be big and grouchy near the end (true), I knew that I wouldn’t want to be sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day or commuting 45 minutes each way on the train (very true), and I’d be incredibly fearful of going into labor at work (very, very, very true).

In looking at my paid time off plus short term disability, I determined that even if I go up to 42 weeks (meaning I’d be home for 3 weeks before baby) I would still be able to take 12 weeks off of work from the time the baby was born. Financially – and probably mentally – it’s better for me to not have 3 weeks sitting around my house waiting for baby, as the longer I’m covered under my paid time off during my actual leave, I make more money than I would under short term disability. However, whatever way it ends up happening, I’m so happy I made the decision to spend some time at home before baby.

My last day at work really snuck up on me. All of a sudden it went from weeks left to days to just a few hours. I scrambled to get everything wrapped up and in order for those who would be covering for me while I’m out. I never realized just how much work it is to prepare for 12+ weeks out of the office. It’s crazy! What was even crazier was the big send off I had at the very end of the day.

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I was literally within 10 minutes of leaving when the street in front of our building was filled with 8 huge fire trucks and a couple of ambulances. Keep in mind that I work in a highrise in downtown Chicago, so any kind of fire scare or anything else generally is a huge deal. As everyone looked out the window, we realized that they were staring at our building. If there was an emergency in our building, they would evacuate us and it’s hard to say if/when they would let us back up. Is this really how my last day would be? Fortunately the fire alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but around 10 fire fighters all of a sudden came filing out of our stairwell and into our office.

I went into overdrive of recording my out of office voice mail, sending any final emails, packing any remaining personal items, etc. I moved faster than I have in weeks! Fortunately, it turned out to be a non-emergency: one of the elevators in the building wasn’t working properly and there was a smoky/burning smell coming from it.

At this point, I was all ready to go – I’d zipped through everything on my list and it was just time to leave. So, on the heels of a fire scare, I was officially done with work. Now I only have Baby H to think about! Which, is also crazy.

I am so excited for this baby to get here, but also completely terrified and I have no clue how to feel about not being pregnant anymore. Pregnancy is such a strange journey. I went from keeping the pregnancy a secret to finally sharing the news, but knowing that I just looked “chubby” to the rest of the world. I waited and waited for that awesome bump to arrive and once it did, it felt like it grew at warp speed. Finally I felt validated after months of not feeling like I looked pregnant – all of a sudden I was big and pregnant and awesome. And now… I’m also desperately uncomfortable. I love my big bump but the aches and pains that go with it are hard to handle some days. I’m tired. My back hurts. Really, everything aches. And very, very soon that bump will be gone and I’ll be rewarded with an adorable little baby – a completely new territory to tackle!

I just can’t believe after months of saying “After the baby gets here…” we are potentially just days away from the baby being here! I’m hoping to keep myself as busy and distracted as possible while waiting for baby – the nice thing about work, at least, is that it keeps you very distracted from worrying. No time to stress about what labor will be like when you have a deadline to meet!

Did you (or will you) work up until your baby’s arrival or take some time off?