

After 12 very short weeks of FMLA, I am now back to work, full time. Can't say that I love it, but we have all survived the first week without tears. Now Joe is home for his "paternity" time: warming bottles, washing diapers, cooking dinner, and being generally awesome. Miles and Adelaide seem perfectly content with the switch. Myself on the other hand ... I am a little fussy-brained. Such a transition from the immediately obvious state of being very pregnant, which invaded every interaction when I had a belly to work around, to being a new mom, which is completely invisible to all the people I see. I want to wear a printed T-shirt: "I have a tiny baby at home" so that it's as clear as my huge belly was. But no luck, I am now just myself again, and Miles is now fully his own person, no longer part of me and my daily activities. Miles and I have survived another step towards independence from each other. And I fee far less ready to leave him than he seems to be ready to leave me! Unfortunately, seems that now is a little too late to decide that I want to be a stay-at-home mom, unless I can find a benefactor somewhere to handle all these loans ... any volunteers??