I’m feeling down. The kind of down you feel in the weeks before your baby arrives. A mix of continued insomnia, not enough fresh air, and a considerable decrease in mobility is making me teary. I’ve been trying to get the baby’s room ready, but there is only so much lifting I can manage. I am officially on maternity leave as of this week, but when you are co-owner in the company you don’t feel the same separation from the workplace that you do when you work for someone else. I think I just have to get out of my house more next week, and just really enjoy the time I have to myself before the baby shit hits the fan. No pun intended.
Blech. Just a venting post more for me than anyone.