This week marks my final week at work before maternity leave.
Every Sunday night I have sat in disbelief that I have to do ANOTHER week at
work before I can vegetate, but tonight I can happily say that this really is
the last week.
By the time I will finish I will be one day shy of 37 weeks
pregnant. Initially I had asked to leave at 38 weeks. However, back when I had
to confirm the date I was only 20something weeks gone and feeling fit as a
fiddle! Now the situation is quite different. Thankfully I don’t think I am too
unusual in massively underestimating how tired and physically strained I would
be by this point. When we began the NCT sessions everyone was planning to leave
work with 2 weeks before their due date. Now it’s come to it, only one of us
has managed that with most of us admitting defeat and bowing out before then.
The main reason I am happy to be leaving is I just
physically can’t do it anymore. By the time I have commuted in on the train, (which
really isn’t that far), I could do with a kip before starting the day. The
office aircon is also set to tropical so I’m a permanent sweaty mess. The poor
people on my pod sit in their coats while I hold the windows fully open to get
some air. Sometimes it’s snowing and I still struggle to cool off! Overall I am
just too tired to think sometimes which can’t be good!
Leaving work does however make it very clear that my life is
about to change in a BIG way, and that change is not far off now. The
inevitability of it is only now starting to sink in. Will I be back at work in
6 months hoping for an intellectual challenge and craving adult company, or
saying ‘naaaah, I’ll stay at home thanks’. Let’s see shall we?
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