Yeah, I've been in such a baby bubble for the last 8 weeks that yesterday afternoon I told my husband I was going to cheer for the Jets to win the Superbowl. (And I actually do like sports!)
Fail.
It's my last day of maternity leave: I go back to work tomorrow morning. The mix of emotions is intense, and Stella doesn't even start day care until next Monday, since hubs is on vacation and will be staying home with her this week. (I'll be coming home at lunch time for a little breastpumping/ cuddle session. YAY!)
Speaking of breast pumping, I'm a little concerned as to how that will work out for me at the bank. I'm thankful that my right to pump is federally mandated, but, um... bank branch = cameras everywhere. And a few camera monitors, too.
I'm pretty sure my pumping location options include:
a freezing cold restroom (thankfully, there are two restrooms in my branch, so I could theoretically occupy one for twenty + minutes without any inconveniece to the staff)
or, a smellyspice storage area where the cleaning crew keeps supplies... seriously, it reeks of ass and death.
I need to put the following items in my breast-pump bag: febreeze, maybe a scented candle, a space heater, and a notebook and pen... oh, wait -- won't have a free hand to write. I'll be double pumping; draining both gals at once, to make the process more time friendly.
Perhaps I'll get a tape recorder and dictate my blog posts (or my novel-not-in-progress-in-the-last-ten-months) to myself.
Sigh. I wish I could pump in our kitchen-ish break room area. It's cold back there, too, but at least there's a television and I could watch Family Feud or something.
Did I mention I'm going to miss Stella?
Other things I'll miss:
* sleeping after her middle of the night feedings until 9:00 in the morning
* staying in my pj pants for the better part ofthe day every day
* taking a shower every other day, and never before noon
* staying home so much that I saved a bundle on gas
* daytime t.v. including Regis, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, The Talk, The King of Queens reruns...
Ohhh, speaking of The King of Queens. It randomly occured to me the other night WHY that show has its name.
They live in Queens, New York.
(Seriously, never thought about that before.)
Oh, God. I need to go back to work, don't I? *sings made up song* ...Cabbbin Feeeeever...
Fail.
It's my last day of maternity leave: I go back to work tomorrow morning. The mix of emotions is intense, and Stella doesn't even start day care until next Monday, since hubs is on vacation and will be staying home with her this week. (I'll be coming home at lunch time for a little breastpumping/ cuddle session. YAY!)
Speaking of breast pumping, I'm a little concerned as to how that will work out for me at the bank. I'm thankful that my right to pump is federally mandated, but, um... bank branch = cameras everywhere. And a few camera monitors, too.
I'm pretty sure my pumping location options include:
a freezing cold restroom (thankfully, there are two restrooms in my branch, so I could theoretically occupy one for twenty + minutes without any inconveniece to the staff)
or, a smellyspice storage area where the cleaning crew keeps supplies... seriously, it reeks of ass and death.
I need to put the following items in my breast-pump bag: febreeze, maybe a scented candle, a space heater, and a notebook and pen... oh, wait -- won't have a free hand to write. I'll be double pumping; draining both gals at once, to make the process more time friendly.
Perhaps I'll get a tape recorder and dictate my blog posts (or my novel-not-in-progress-in-the-last-ten-months) to myself.
Sigh. I wish I could pump in our kitchen-ish break room area. It's cold back there, too, but at least there's a television and I could watch Family Feud or something.
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| It seems like just yesterday that we brought her home... |
Other things I'll miss:
* sleeping after her middle of the night feedings until 9:00 in the morning
* staying in my pj pants for the better part of
* taking a shower every other day, and never before noon
* staying home so much that I saved a bundle on gas
* daytime t.v. including Regis, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, The Talk, The King of Queens reruns...
Ohhh, speaking of The King of Queens. It randomly occured to me the other night WHY that show has its name.
They live in Queens, New York.
(Seriously, never thought about that before.)
Oh, God. I need to go back to work, don't I? *sings made up song* ...Cabbbin Feeeeever...
Comments
I NEVER would have figures that out about the King of Queens.
HEHE. You smart....
I hope your first day back goes well, hang in there, momma!
Good luck tomorrow. I know it will be tough!