My husband was teasing me a week ago about my "last days of work this year." Upon reflection, I will concede that he was right. I had not focused on the fact that if all goes well, I will not have to go to work (except to do some check-in stuff at HQ for processing my leave of absence) again until 2005. This is equal parts disorienting and exhilirating.
Not that I expect this time to be relaxing and restful, mind you. I may not be going in to an office, but I fully expect to be working my tail off, between finding a home and relocating to it, and oh yeah bringing another human being into the world and trying not to let it starve to death or develop mental scars. The next stage of my great adventure begins.