This isn't something I have felt before as last time I went on maternity leave I knew I had no intention of taking my post back up and made this clear to the girl doing my maternity cover, who in fact still has the job to this day. The 80 mile round trip commute (sorry American friends, I know that probably seems like nothing but in the UK that is a fairly good trip) and lack of childcare meant that even before I got a great new job near my parents I always knew I wasn't going back to the old one and so I counted the days until my maternity leave with glee and not with slight panic that I was handing over my other baby, my now efficiently running department, to a stranger to look after.
What made the whole maternity leave thing seem stranger was that as there is no sign yet of the new baby, come Monday morning I will essentially be twiddling my thumbs and playing the waiting game. Nothing will have changed and so it will seem a little odd not to be at work. I am relishing the opportunity to spend more time with Olivia, but this is something I look forward to when I have had the baby and recovered and am able to play with her properly, not when I have a wonky back and a huge tummy and generally feel tired and grumpy.
As my back finally seemed to be on the mend today I spent the afternoon doing a few light chores to get everything ready for the new baby. The crib and moses baskets have been made up, the hospital bags packed 'just in case' and we are now ready for the arrival of number 2. As far as I am concerned she can come tomorrow, but now I have said that we will probably still be sitting here in 4 weeks!