Yup, still here.

Friday night we had our office Christmas party. We went to a restaurant which Hubby and I have decided we will not go to again, by choice. It was not bad. It just wasn't that good. First of all, there was very little "normal" stuff on the menu. When there is a lack of normal food on the menu, one should always choose the steak. This is a lesson I am forced to learn over and over and over again. I ordered the chicken lasagne. Would have been good had the spinach not out-numbered the noodles and chicken. I ate some of it. The bread was good. Our basic feelings were that the food was fine, but didn't knock our socks off which it should have because of the price. Fortunately, we weren't paying :) After the meal we had dessert at one of the attorney's houses. Good dessert. Better than the expensive meal. Then we played a game which was a great deal of fun. Hubby didn't like it, but that is because he did not win.

Saturday morning I had Bible study which was enjoyable. We had quite a discussion. We are really enjoying our book ("Boundaries"). Lots of challening, thought-provoking topics. After the Bible study I got my haircut. I kept putting this off thinking, just when I schedule it that's when I will have to cancel because I will have the baby. Imagine my disappointment when I made it to my hair appointment. My hairstylist asked me how much time I have left. When I said 6 days I got another one of those everybody-freeze-and-stare reactions. Good stuff. I got a haircut that I actually really really like.

Sunday was a pretty normal day. There was a collective sigh of disappointment and pity when I walked in the door. I lost count of the number of times people said "You're still here!" Clearly. I know that they mean well and I appreciate their concern.

And now I am back at work for my official last week of work. Due to doctor's orders and the imminent arrival of Baby, it was best to set an end date. Friday will be my last day of work (for ten weeks at least). This has given me a great deal of peace because last week, every single night I would prepare my desk for my departure. I was growing wearing of writing sticky notes on everything and putting all kinds of things "away". While it could still happen before Friday (and trust me, I am fine with it if it does), I now have something to plan on and that makes me feel better for some reason. Its probably part of my obsessive need to have everything in life planned and scripted. And this whole 'next step' will be quite a change for me because I have heard that babies don't come with instruction manuals.