I’m about to go back to work and I’m truly bummed about it. This was my last pregnancy, and having the time home with the baby this time around, I feel so calm and at peace with my world. Sure, bringing a new life into this world is an exercise in controlled chaos, but it’s something I know I can survive and so it’s not so bad.
I have no idea what work will be like when I return. I know that my stress levels have been crazy and I’m so worked up about figuring out a new routine. I wish I had more time. Twelve weeks flew by so fast.
The last three months have been the best of my life so far. While it hasn’t been easy, I’m at peace with the way my family feels whole now and I have so much love in my heart. I’m less stressed than I thought I would be, thanks in part to the prozac, and also to the added support of my husband’s inexplicable job loss. I’m so sad to see it go.