I plan on my last day of work being September 13th, which leaves me with five more work weeks. My due date isn’t until mid-October, but with what happened with Evan, the hope is to get to at least my last day of work and – even better – have a couple weeks at home before baby #2 arrives.
Though (I think) I’m dealing better with the pregnancy this time around, I’m starting to get into the overly-uncomfortable, extremely irritable phase, which isn’t making things easier to deal with at work or home.
I’m finding work a bit stressful right now, trying to figure out what all needs to get done before I leave and what I need to prepare for the person who will take over for me while on maternity leave. All the “you’re SO big” comments, having to be in real clothes, and having to sit in an office chair all day does not help the situation.
Home life has become more stressful lately too, mostly because Evan is apparently going into the “atomic temper tantrum” phase. I thought he was already having bad tantrums, but – oh boy – was I wrong. We’re now experiencing the epic screaming fits in public places and the totally random crying breakdowns about the most inane things (DH didn’t put his puppy in the right place on the couch! I didn’t stir his cereal right! He wanted to turn the fan off — NO, he wanted YOU to turn the fan off!). I think we’re pretty good at dealing with it all, but sometimes it’s all I can do to not scream and run away.
With work and home being stressful, I’m finding it a bit hard to feel positively about the impending arrival of baby #2. All I keep thinking is “we’re going to have TWO of these? WTF did we do and how are we going to survive?”. I’d like to be more excited about it, but all I can think of are the negative things.