I went to bed last night and the Wrackspurt decided to get a whole lot bigger. Here I am saying goodbye to my feet:
I arrived at work this morning to find that they had hired a replacement for my position. I thought it might take them a couple more weeks but I guess this means I’m done by Friday and begin the unpleasant task of looking for another job while six months pregnant. I came to the realization on my walk home today that if the Mister and I had know what kind of financial/job situation we would find ourselves in this fall (and now winter) we would have changed our plans about trying for a baby in the fall. I’m glad the Wrackspurt decided to have his/her own agenda because I am already quite attached to the little kicker.