Sitting here feeling a bit sorry for myself at the moment. I'm just starting my 3rd week of maternity leave and I really hate it (37 weeks). I was glad to give up work as I had a long commute and my job was pretty stressy at times but the thought of being here on my own for the next year is torture.
DH had a couple of days off at the end of last week and it was really nice but now he's gone back to work it's worse and I'm dreading how it will be after Christmas when everyone goes back for good.
I know that the baby will take all my concentration and I won't have time to feel sorry for myself but I've been a nanny and, although I know it's bound to be different with your own, I also know how much I hated being stuck indoors then. I know I could go back to work earlier but, financially we'd be worse off if I did so I'm sort of tied to the year.
I'm also peed off because I found out at the weekend that DH has gone against what we decided and told his entire family what name we have picked and his sister is telling all and sundry. Although it seems trivial, I feel like one of the nice bits has been taken away from me and I've lost control of it a bit. I wouldn't mind but he did exactly the same thing over the summer when we thought we were having a boy and it caused an almighty row then. He had a reprieve when the scans showed a girl but he's done it again.
Sorry, I know this is a waffly post but I just didn't expect to feel this miserable.