I got my doctor to write a note saying I wasn’t disabled in the last two weeks of my pregnancy, so I could keep going to work. I could sit at home in my little NY apartment, sitting in chairs that weren’t very comfortable, and spend the day thinking about how uncomfortable I felt. Or I could go to the office, lean back in my professional, supportive, comfortable office chair, put my swollen feet on the desk, and be distracted by my work. I also had the company of my co-workers, whom I liked. I worked until the day I delivered, and I have zero regrets about that.