Tuesday, September 02, 2008

The End of an Era

I just sent the email that makes the beginning of my Mat Leave official. My last day of work will be Friday, October 10.

I know that I want this baby. And I know that I want to spend this next year at home with her. So why can't I stop crying? (Please don't just tell me it's the hormones.)

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At September 02, 2008 3:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's partly 'you can't have your cake and eat it too' besides the hormones. You will survive because you will learn all sorts of creative mothering things while you are absent from the office...could be called Motherhood 100:)

 
At September 02, 2008 5:02 PM, Blogger ka said...

It's because you love your job and you haven't yet hit that point where it occurs to you that you're *actually* having a baby. I know that seems dumb, but trust me. It still won't seem real as you're packing up your desk and heading out of the office on your *last* day.

It WILL, however, seem VERY real when the nurse tells you to "just breath through the pain until it's time to push" and you do, while secretly thinking about how you'd like to inflict a little pain on HER and watch HER "just breath through the pain until it's time to push."

And then you'll take itty bitty Briony home and you'll forget how you used to fill your days before she came along... And a year will fly by. Just ask Corina and Megs. It was back to work day today. Not sure if the babies or the mommies cried harder...

 
At September 02, 2008 6:38 PM, Blogger gloria said...

ka has it right. exactly right

 
At September 03, 2008 10:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And think of all the other friends that are, or will be on mat leave at the same time as you. That's a huge blessing, isn't it? You are not alone. And I'm on some kind of "leave" too! Party time!

 
At September 04, 2008 10:52 AM, Blogger Crystal said...

I agree with all of the comments here. I had a *very* difficult time giving up my job (even temporarily) to someone else because my identity was directly tied into my job. Without my job, I thought I would be irrelevant.

I found out I wasn't.

 

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