i have survived

so i survived.

today was my first FULL DAY back at work (ok, i made it till 3 p.m.) (and got a stinking parking ticket.)

unfortunately, this weekend was riddled with coughing and runny noses (what the hell?) in our household. i feel HORRIBLE! and i never get sick. (joys of daycares?) I almost called in sick today. can one call in sick after being out for 12 weeks? i think not.

pumping at work is odd. and slightly uncomfortable. i felt like i was going to 'get caught.' i pump in "the morgue" (er, the lactation room?) which is a vault of all my company's archived publications. think: old library stacks with the spinny handles on the end to move the shelves.) guess i will never run out of reading material? our office space is all open doors and glass so there isn't even an office available. the morgue is the only door with a lock. very strange... but it beats a nasty bathroom! guess i will have to get used to it. or quit breastfeeding. but i am not ready for that yet! a friend sent me this wonderful book about working moms. it's helping. but still hard. i like my job, but i can't help but think about that little smile, oh, every fifteen minutes or so.

oh, and, yes, i live in the south. sometimes i forget. then my neighbor's SEVEN year old daughter runs into the truck on their four wheeler. the resulting gash will be fixed. by them. ugh. i HATE when stuff like this happens.

12 weeks, 4 days