It’s not all meant to be feelings of sunshine and roses, right?
I’m 11 weeks and told work today - my poor manager; though he was nothing but lovely to me I know he was gutted. He’s been moulding me, we’ve got targets, he works like a dog and I’ll only have been there 11 months when I go on leave. I feel guilty, even though I know I shouldn’t, even though I work really hard, they’re happy with me and big boss has come over and been nice too.
Also - we live in a tiny 1 bed flat we’ve been slowly doing up for the last 3 years. It’s up two flights of stairs, people keep sucking their teeth and going ‘ooooh, you’ll need to move.’ Ugh, I know, I know! But I don’t want to think about it, I’m tired and stressed just imagining it. Three years in this bastard flat and it’s still half done and now we’ve got to move. Also IDK how to buy a property, I moved in with DP now DH - what if we buy something and brexit torpedos the value 4 months later?
ALSO, I need to pass my bloody driving test which would be easier if my instructor would stop going on about how the test is soooooo hard now. Sooooo hard, apparently. This morning he told me a student of his was failed for driving through a puddle. A bloody puddle!!
Also, I know nobody my age with a baby, all people with 8 year olds. I know no babies at all. WTF arrrrggh.
And the cats, what about the cats?! They’re going to HATE this. (This one’s mostly a joke, but they really are going to hate it.)
But seriously, anyone else occasionally wish that they could just press pause and take a little holiday from the whole beng pregnant thing and on the cusp of MASSIVE TERRIFYING LIFE CHANGE. Maybe just go out and have some wines and wake up in the morning with a nice hangover and eat some toast and bask in things being normal?
Because I feel like that would be nice, just for a day or two. *End grump.