Beyond the lumbering about like an elephant, I'm free of physical complaints, but I'm sad, and I shouldn't be.
One of my employers made some crack last night about how I won't be around for a certain project because I'll be "basking in the glow of motherly bliss." Yes, I'm looking forward to my leave and being with my baby, but people think it's just a vacation and that isn't fair.
My nearly 88-year-old father is dealing with health, marital, and financial issues that we're having to more or less take on for him. I love my Dad but I really wish I could concentrate on my own life right now.
So many comments like "you look like you're due tomorrow!" and "got two babies in there?" I think I prefer the indifference that I get from the majority of my coworkers.
This should be such a happy time, and between all this and having to continually stave off exhaustion, I'm just blue.
Did I mention it's tax time?