There is some sort of irony in the nesting instinct making me want to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS and being either too fat/awkward to do it (see: floors) or running out of steam half way through a task (see: half sparkly, half disaster kitchen).
Which is to say: yep, still pregnant.
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
― Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran
Today was my last day at work for a year, and I can’t think of anything that sums up my emotions better than the above.