First things first, this is a very much wanted and planned for first baby, which makes these feelings all the more surprising...
I'm a teacher and have been counting down till the end of school and the start of the holidays (baby is due at the end of August) for weeks. And then today, when all the teachers were stood around discussing their timetables and plans for next year, it hit me: I'm not going back...
I know next year will be exciting and wonderful in lots of ways, but I can't help but feel desperately sad about the life I'm leaving. I love my job and worked really hard to get it, having retrained as a teacher in my early 30s. I've been at the school 2 years and feel like I'm really just starting to get it, and now I'm leaving.
I hope to go back after the next school year, but know it might not be possible as I want to work part time and the school isn't hugely supportive of that. Even if I do go back, the time table I get will be leftovers and nothing like how I teach now. Plus, everything and everyone will have moved on...
I'm so excited, but now also feel like crying and just demolished a pretty humongous bar of galaxy chocolate and STILL don't feel better... What to do??
Is anyone else in a similar place?