I have always loved the Spanish word for retirement- it's so much happier than the word in English. Jubilation is how I felt when the doc said that it was time for me to rest up for the upcoming delivery. (That's pretty common approach to pregnancy here...apparently in Germany, mamas-to-be are required to stop working 6 weeks before the due date.) I don't want to gloat too much about my new schedule because I know that my husband, my dad, and my mom deserve a break much more than I do but the time home is allowing me to fulfill the cliche, undeniable nesting urges I've had recently.
Friday was my first day home. Since then I've sewn a blanket with the beautiful cloth Coy picked out this summer in Ghana, I finished my first sock monkey, my second cake is in the oven (I promise that all cakes made are for sharing!), I've made progress in the handful of baby presents that I'm sewing for the wave of infants in our lives at the moment (these can't be shown yet, they're presents afterall!), and I've washed all of BB's tiny clothes. Domesticity, I embrace you.