We’ve been enjoying an extra wiggly baby whose newest tricks include arching her back while getting her diaper changed, rolling over, giggling, and smiling all the smiles ’til the end of time.
Returning to work turned out to be a bigger bear than I had anticipated it. Or actually I anticipated it correctly and despite my last post title of “Maybe it won’t be so bad” it was actually harder.
I’m We’re still working on it. I try to stay as positive as possible, it’s just hard. Being away from my baby is a very strange feeling. I kind of go numb during the day, the more I think of her the more I miss her and wonder what she’s up to. So I try to push her out of my mind and focus on work, which is a heartbreaking notion and is maddening. At times I feel trapped, at times I enjoy my coworkers and the adult conversation, but most times I’m just fighting back tears. I’m We’re working on it.
In other news, I painted my nails for the first time since pushing out a baby in September and I feel like a new woman.
Periwinkle blue…thank you.