Today was supposed to be my last day of work before maternity leave. (If I make it that far, I'd always add, thinking maybe I would already have a baby by now. I should be 39 weeks pregnant, or already have a newborn. Should be. Would have been.
I think it's going to be a rough day. Now that I've been back at work for a week and a half, people are expecting things from me. Expecting me to return phone calls, do paperwork, actually run my afterschool program. You know, do my job. But what they don't realize is that I am just barely able to get up every morning, get ready, eat breakfast, take the dog out. These things exhaust me.
They also don't realize that I am living two lives right now. My real life, this horrible reality. And my other life, the good life, where I am waddling into school for the last time (I was probably going to quite my job to stay home full time) and saying goodbye to all the kids, and coming home to prepare for the birth of my baby.
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