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A quick summary of the last few days chez Kif (31 wks).
Ma 'Fat Lump' Jekyl: sitting determinedly on the sofa while poor Dd entertains herself (making a mighty mess in the process - everything all over the floor).
Mrs 'Anthea' Hyde: Feeling guilty about making my lovely family live in a dump and ignoring my ever patient lovely two year old. Cleaning, cooking, reading, art activities the works....
Ma Jekyll refusing to move off the sofa for anything less than a fire when Dh is home.
Mrs Hyde feels very compelled to go around all the second hand shops in london sticking up on cheap kit for new baby; ended up in ikea over the w'end because Dd didn't have enough storage; narrowly decided against going to brick lane market because 'I won't be able to when lo is here'.....
Then off to work:
Ma Jekyll spends one virtually whole day doing coffee/lunch/email/tidying my pens/mumsnet....
... then Mrs Hyde works like woman possessed the next day, still there at eight.
Then Ma Jekyll bursts into tears to Dh because she's too tired.
So what's that all about then? And who am I supposed to be? Told work I'd stay until 38wks - boss asked if that was wise... might pull it forward just in case I'm heading for some kind of late pregnancy burnout.