I started another post and never finished it... It was all about my weekend and what I did... It was rather light and fluffy but today I'm not feeling light and fluffy so I don't have the energy to finish writing it. This has been a really really rough week. On Monday I took a pretty bad spill... I was crossing the street and my flip flop got caught on the perimeter of a sewer cover and I tripped and fell right in the middle of the street. Luckily all the traffic was stopped at a light, but my wallet flew from my hand, I landed on my right knee and caught myself with my palms and according to my colleague S my belly never touched the ground. She said I pulled some crazy maneuver where I rolled immediately onto my side / back... I guess it's those motherly instincts to protect the belly... It was a pretty humbling moment and while I knew it wasn't my fault, I felt absolutely terrible and was on the verge of tears the rest of the day. What if I had landed on my belly? Or got hit by a car? I would never forgive myself. I was freaking out the rest of the day, but Brady made it known he was quite alright with frequent kicks, etc... He really is an active boy. And lucky for me, I escaped the situation with nothing but a nasty bruise on my knee.
This week was also my last week going into one of my client's offices. I love this client... LOVE the people I work with and the brand is a DREAM! While I'll still be consulting from home for the next few weeks, I won't be going into the office anymore and that's really sad to me. My colleagues bought me lunch, planned a nice little party for me (complete with a clothesline filled with baby booties) and a cake. They also presented a powerpoint card set to the song "Push it," that included pics of me throughout my time there and words of advice from the team on parenthood! It was very sweet and I really appreciated it. I packed up my belongings / desk, which was really sad for me...
But nowhere near as sad as today. My dear dear Great Aunt, who is really the only grandma I have ever known (she raised my mom after all) is gravely ill and will likely not make it another few days. She is suffering from liver, pancreatic and lung cancer (which were all just diagnosed a mere few weeks ago). She lived a wonderful, long life, 92 years, and isn't suffering, but she has given up and wants to pass on. The turn in her condition happened very quickly and my whole family is gathering around her right now in San Diego. Everyone is either in-flight or getting ready to go and I was faced with the decision about whether to join them... At 29.5 weeks my doctor saw no reason to restrict my flying.. She just told me to drink alot of water and walk every hour on the plane to prevent blood clots. After much consideration, I decided I wanted to go and be with everyone. My family is very close knit and it just didn't feel right to not be there. I got on the phone with hubby, who I knew would never let me go alone, and made the arrangements. We fly out tomorrow to say goodbye to one of the greatest ladies I've ever known. I really hope she waits for us to get there before she passes on. I know that's selfish, but I really want the opportunity to say goodbye. Regardless, I'm happy to be going to a place where I will be surrounded by those that love her and will miss her like I will. I am a bit nervous to be flying and to be out of town... I've become really fussy in my pregnancy with regards to my sleeping arrangements, food, etc... But since hubby is coming, I know he will make sure I'm taken care of... And I will be surrounded by family... I know everyone will do their best to make me comfortable despite the circumstances. That's all I have to really say for now.
