I went back to work today.
I have heard such horror stories, "you'll cry all day!" "It's the hardest day of your life!"
It was hard. I didn't cry. I also didn't eat a tub of ice cream. High five self!
But it was hard.
All week I have been pumping myself up for success. Glass half full, right? I can do this!! I can leave my baby sweetheart to go to work. However, I got sick with my vertigo on Wednesday and I was down for the count all weekend. In the house. Depressing. Then my attitude changed. I felt overwhelmed, it was all too much. It was all in front of me, just a massive pile of "I can't do it." Plus WATER CRISIS was not helping the situation. That scared the crap out of me.
It's also not helping that I still look sorta pregnant. Not cute round belly pregnant but rather butt in the front and butt in the back pregnant. Like spare tire pregnant. Like need to do sit-ups pregnant. The kicker is that I HAVE BEEN! Muther trucker I have been. 2 solid months of serious diet and Jillian Michaels shred and I don't have a perfect beach body? Horseshit.
But guess what?
I still did it.
Thank you to everyone that called, texted, emailed, sent flowers, to my amazing mom who watched the peepster while I launched back into adult land, and to my DT who has always believed in me. I couldn't have done it without your help.
Now leave me be, I have an important job to do: