Some days I feel like I’ve got it all under control. I can juggle the meetings and the calls, respond quickly to all the emails, take a few minutes to socialize with co-workers, and even make it out to a friendly happy hour, all with a smile on my face and a positive attitude in my mind.
What pregnancy brain? What mood swings? What irritability? Hey, I got this. Things are smoooooth sailing right now. In fact, I think I’ll have a cupcake. And give you one too.
But then there’s the project delay (that’s out of my control). The three additional meetings piled onto tomorrow’s already back-to-back meeting schedule. The 6 urgent requests that are sent approximately 5 minutes before I need to walk out the door (and need to be tended to before 9am tomorrow morning). And my own idiotic move of mistaking a co-worker for a different co-worker, congratulating her on a presentation she didn’t even give.
Pregnancy brain? Check.
Going from cheerful to murderous in 2.5 seconds? Check.
Getting winded just from standing around and talking? Check. (Even though that has nothing to do with anything. But seriously? I get winded just from TALKING now? Not cool.)
Just when I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I might be sorta okay with this whole pregnancy thing, handling everything in stride, feeling all in control…I’m forced to think again. And go to bed at 8:30 p.m.
Dear Thursday: UNCLE!