With 7 days left, I have had a lot of people ask me when I'm going to stop working. The answer is:
I'm a workaholic!
Well, I guess I'll take some time off when the baby comes out (a friend called her 'Little Chaos' the other day - that's my favorite nickname so far). Actually I feel totally fine and work in the same building where I'm planning to deliver, so with blessings from my doctor and my mom and my Studly Hubby I decided to just keep going as usual. Time will pass faster that way anyway, plus then I will be productive! The co-workers got a little nervous about this. They were afraid I might pop out a baby in the middle of the lab floor and/or forget to finish some really important experiment (which can turn into an awful stinky mess, either way) - so we assigned a particularly helpful co-worker to keep her eye on me - she's going to walk me to the hospital, call the Studly Hubby, help us go get the car, help clean up my unfinished experiments, etc. This is very nice of her, but hopefully it won't be as bad of a scene as everyone fears. Just in case it is, we also got the phone number of the hospital wheelchair service (ugh).
It's hard not knowing when you might leave! My annoying baby yoga teacher says one of the beautiful things about birth is that it's so unpredictable, but I completely disagree. That is one of the annoying things about birth, although not as annoying as her. I was too chicken to tell her that though.