Greetings Divas and Gents! If I'm looking at my calendar correctly, it appears that it is July...and apparently I missed June. The truth is, June was an extremely busy month for me. So busy in fact that I would be remiss if I didn't share with you all of the shenanigans, joys, and foolishness that occurred throughout the month. In an effort to not bore you to drink while reading about my exploits, I have broken June down in to two parts: the Office, the Leave, and the Mini-Me. Be sure to follow the Martini Chronicles (on Bloglovin perhaps) this month to keep up!
Welp...as many of you who follow me on the Chronicles and on Twitter are aware, June marked the last month of my pregnancy. The pregnancy that seemed to have lasted forever. The pregnancy that required me to lug around 15 extra pounds of weight with swollen ankles and the inability to bend at the waist...with no martini in sight! The pregnancy that required me to abandon my pumps, sling backs, and the super cute Charles David boots I purchased last fall. My biggest challenge as June began, however, was making sure that all of my responsibilities at work were divided amongst my colleagues before I left for maternity leave on June 14th. After all, I didn't want my colleagues to feel ill-prepared while I was away. How many of you Divas have been here before?
Each day I went into the office scrambling to get folks up to speed on my daily tasks. For those of you who know me in real life, you know that I am a control freak when it comes to my work, so I was going through it! When my work day started, I was all like "I have a plan. This is it. It needs to be followed exactly like this when I'm gone!" By the time 3 o'clock rolled around and I was making my 80th trip to the restroom that was easily a mile away from my office, I was all like "Do whatever you think is best. I'm sure it will be fine."
That was my routine...for 2 weeks. And by the time the 14th arrived, I was ready to go! All I could think of was the fact that I was not going to have to get up and get dressed in my standard pregnant professional diva attire (with flat shoes...ugh!) for a few months. I was not going to have to deal with raggedy New Jersey traffic for a while. I was going to be able to stay home for the next 3 or 4 weeks, nest, watch a ridiculous and unacceptable amount of television, and wait for my mini-me to arrive. Three or four weeks....so I thought...