I have a few extra minutes while I patiently await the delivery of my stuffed crust, veggie lovers pizza to be delivered by my secret lover, the Pizza Hut delivery man. The previous sentence is disturbing...who orders a veggie lovers pizza? I've only ever wanted pepperoni or cheese pizza, but for some reason my fingers got a little "click" happy on the online ordering menu. I'm hoping it turns out to be as delicious as it sounded when I placed the order.
After a week of bed rest, I am quite happy to be back at work this week. While I did enjoy not having to shower until noon or later, my sanity level was quickly fading. Thank God I haven't had any more contractions since going back to work! (That wasn't an expression...truly...I thank God!) I still feel great teaching my class and have plenty of energy to do the things necessary in the classroom for them to learn all of the things we still need to cover this year. The part that is becoming increasingly difficult is all the little stuff that isn't as important as my ability to continue teaching them. You see, my classroom is in Egypt...or so it seems when we have to walk to the other side of the school for lunch, recess, special classes, and at dismissal. If it weren't for that, I could probably continue in the classroom until the day Andrew and Lucas decide to make their grand entrance into the world. Luckily, I have really supportive teammates who don't mind walking my kids where they need to go sometimes, but I don't like feeling like I am taking advantage of their kindness. I do, however, need to try and last as long as possible to avoid a massive amount of unpaid time off work. You see, everytime AFLAC has entered out building, I laughed and said "I don't plan on having any more kids so I don't need short term disability." BAHAHAHA who's laughing now? Not me. I haven't been teaching forever and I have a 5 year old so the sick days that I did have were almost always gone at the end of each school year because I used them when Madison or I were sick...imagine that! The township will pay me for ten days after the boys are born, but any days I have to take before that (except 4...I have 4 sick days left after a week of bed rest and various appointments) will be unpaid. I don't know about you, but with two babies coming into the world, we can't afford for me to take an extremely large amount of unpaid time off. Obviously, if I have to, I have to, but I'm kind of praying that it doesn't come to that or that if it does come to that, I might get approved to borrow days from the sick bank that the township 'mandates' us to donate to every year.
Anyways...my pizza is here. The boys are hungry and moving around like crazy. Last growth scan showed that they were 1 pound 4 ounces and 1 pound 6 ounces, but that was almost 3 weeks ago. I'm 24 weeks 1 day now. Hoping they decide to stay put for another 11 weeks 6 days! We can't wait to meet them, but I'd rather be miserable now so they stay put and be able to take them home with me from the hospital than have to leave them in the NICU for any length of time, which would be more miserable.
