I’d post photos, but they’re horrid and I got my giggles out sharing them with a handful of folks already. Safe to say, trying to shave your legs the week of your due date and hoping to maintain some semblance of dignity and attractiveness does not compute. I gave up toenail painting months ago and bought (gasp) some terrible sneakers that had zippers since shoelace tying is impossible . . .found a great pedicurist who gives a killer calf massage (which, let’s face it, is the main reason a decent pedicure is soooo addictive). WHY would I expect leg shaving to continue to be easy. . .arugh. Basically, I think I just sent out a bat signal to Dracula and I’m waiting to run out to put signs and lockboxes on homes as I’m still using a hand towel (hand.towel. not a tissue) to get things under control.
So, I’m slow at times and apparently need to have some things hammered into my noggin. Knowing my own limitations or at least conditional/short term limitations.
I booked myself a business meeting in Wilmington tomorrow (about an hour each way, on the long side with traffic, door to door). I’m hoping that’s not beyond my scope for the time being. ALC meeting Wednesday at the office as well. . .I’m shooting for full brain power, arriving early and wearing something that looks remotely business appropriate and flattering. We shall see!
Woking on baby-proofing my business, as a pal of mine in D.C. likes to call the situation. Have any pointers? I’m VERY lucky on one hand to have a career that doesn’t have a traditional time clock and “office,” however, it means it never sleeps. . .couple that with a newborn who’s trying to find their own sleep schedule and I anticipate things will get a little entertaining!
A brief explanation. The last few years have had progressively more fun themes for our annual Jacksonville (NC) Board of Realtor’s election and affiliate night. This year was more or less a night at the Emmy’s/Hollywood evening. So, folks were encouraged to dress as characters. . .I was thrilled to manage to squeeze into something non-maternity for a night but I think had I done a youtube video of me trying to get into some spanx (spoiler, I wasn’t successful) whilst getting ready would have easily scored more views than that cat riding the roomba. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLt5rBfNucc) Safe to say, especially if you have European heritage and have assisted your Grandmother making sausage, a nine month pregnant woman trying to get into “smooth wear” basically looks like fifty pounds of sausage trying to get into ten pounds of casing, alternate image, a python who ate a deer.
Adapt and overcome! 😉
The last few months I have felt like I have been riding the bench professionally during a great game. I managed to pull it together for last night’s festivities which, despite the contractions and sore feet and being overheated, made me feel a little more myself for a night which was a nice change of pace. Everyone is joking that “once the baby arrives, you’ll be exhausted and it will slow you down”- they’ve obviously not experienced a difficult pregnancy.
Looking forward to launching some new projects and ideas and having my new right-hand-man by my side. Subletting my body for the last year has given me time to fill MANY notebooks. . .big plans and goals for the future!
Today is also my birthday. I had a talk with baby Garrett- included the philosophy my folks instilled that early is on time, on time is late and late is unforgivable. I buffered the delivery and birthday conversation with the pointer that with both his father and my birthdays close to the due date, it would be lovely if everyone kept separate special days. Last week we made it through a harvest moon, a packed labor and delivery department at the hospital and his father’s birthday. This week I cleared my docket and rearranged a few big plans in anticipation since we are making very slow and steady delivery process. The average first birth is fifteen hours, so reaching mid-day on my birthday I feel I’m safe to guess that we are in the clear but ANY TIME from here on out would be lovely. Baby G, I’ll take a rain check for a day with no nausea, and getting to take a quick nap on my stomach as a present from you. 🙂
Hope you have big things brewing too! Cheers to planning for an amazing sis-bang-boom to send out 2013 and to putting things in place and in motion for an even more amazing 2014!
Because some things are painful: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj3iNxZ8Dww
Educating yourself about real estate shouldn’t.
I promise, no spam or terrible links. Brief snippets about real estate in Eastern NC and hopefully more to come- pending negotiations with some exclusionary contracts pending a possible tv deal, long story, and RIGHT up there with working on having a baby, I’ve reached the hopefully near a decision making point where things may come to fruition oooooorrrrr we all move on.
Meantime, despite the fun rumors, I plan NO maternity leave (crazy talk you say? nay, single mom roaring, look out business world, fighting for more than an arbitrary goal list from here on out.) so I will most certainly be moving forward with my team in helping folks in Eastern NC with their real estate needs as well as our FREE red carpet concierge service to help folks relocate anywhere in the world.
As usual, visit http://www.JasonGruner.com for more real estate info, a great free phone app and AMAZING access to local real estate information.
I’m also working on a stroller patrol, if you’re local and looking to network for running and/or walking – we’re working on a fun group to help cheer one another on towards their goals, not to mention just the fun fellowship and friendship. 🙂
Hope you are well and enjoying your internet browsing this evening!
POCS, endometriosis, and fibroids. A surgery that took twice as long as planned and was considered not possibly a “success” followed by months of multiple daily injections, mixing drugs, MANY visits to ECU and Brody School of Medicine for treatment, yoga, tai chi, acupuncture . . .and years later after thinking kids of my own were not exactly in the cards. . .the best surprise ever. I actually hung on to this last pack of drugs and shot kit as a reminder that the timing would be right to try the whole turning-myself-inside-out routine one more time.
Life is short, take the plunge, try the path less traveled. . .sure, the water can be rough or the path filled with briars and pot holes. . .but that’s how you get to the most amazing places.