All is well with baby and I (and, of course, Paul, but he doesn’t come to the doctors appointments anymore because he’s not allowed, so…). Next appointment is in three weeks–well, two now–and they’re going with telemedicine for that one. They sent me home with a blood-pressure cuff so I can do that myself. I suspect I’ll only have a few of these appointments before they want to see me in person again, since I am in the third trimester (!) and my appointments will be more frequent and more involved.
I took myself to Starbucks after. I’ve been dying for a tasty beverage, especially one I can’t get at home. Of course, I’m watching my caffeine intake and have to be careful about herbal teas, but I still have options.
It was also the first time I’ve really been out, particularly since the state mandated wearing masks, and man the one Paul made irritated the shit out of me. I mean, it’s functional, but it fogged up my glasses and wouldn’t stay in place and I felt very silly, even if everyone else is using them, mostly. My mom did see someone get kicked out of a store for not wearing one. The woman said she wouldn’t shop there anymore, and the cashier who wouldn’t wait on her told her if she doesn’t wear one, she’s not gonna be shopping anywhere. I just ordered two online, and the homemade one can be a backup.
Work is still going for both of us. Word is now Paul’s company’s move to Mexico, announced last year, may not be finished until the end of next year yet. Our workload has changed in interesting ways–we’ve lost business (temporarily) in some areas but gained in others in ways I didn’t really expect but do seem obvious is retrospect, and we were busy enough this week that they offered overtime and I was able to pick up a few hours. I know some of my co-workers practically rely on overtime and we’re not on that level, but knowing my next paycheck will have a little extra to throw at bills is nice. Especially knowing I’m gonna have to use FMLA when the baby is born, meaning I won’t be getting paid.
Neither of us gets any kind of paid leave, in fact, but we’ve thrown around the idea of using staggered FMLA–I take mine first to recover, obviously, and then he takes his after to get in some bonding time. That way, even though we’ll be down a paycheck in both instances, at least something is coming in and he gets some time at home, too.
This weekend, Paul made homemade flatbread again. He was getting into bread baking pre-lockdown, but now he’s even more into it, and the flatbread last weekend was so simple and turned out so good that he did it again. This time, we used it for tomato sandwiches. Meanwhile, I made these really simple three-ingredient lemon bars.
We did a family FaceTime with Eliana twice, the second time in part for Brandon and Kelly to help me flesh out my baby registry. I’ve been saying since I got pregnant I wanted their help on that, although I thought maybe it would happen sitting around at my mom’s house with Eliana. Instead, it was virtual, but Eliana was very awake and smiley and chatty. Meaning it took way longer than it needed to, but who cares?
This week brings my last Saturday working for the month, then back to a normal schedule. And…another week locked down. Again.