No matter how much I try to deny deny deny…tomorrow is unfortunately the day that I have to leave my little guy and go back to work. Can I just say that this really sucks?
Granted I’m really lucky in that I only have to do this for six weeks (long enough to work out insurance issues between my job and my husband’s job. Oh the things you’ll do for a $15 co-pay) and Owen gets to stay home with his dad during the day while I’m gone and I work close enough that I can come home at lunch to nurse Owen…but still. Again I say, this really stinks.
I guess it probably comes from having him so close to me (inseperable in fact) for nine months and even now, Owen definitely favors me over pretty much anyone else (but I think its just my chest that he’s really attached to–he stares at my chest and makes smacking noises. Cute and endearing yes, until we’re out in public and someone then feels the need to ask if I’m nursing. Well, isn’t it kind of obvious there? Either that or making my very own little dirty old man in training). I know that there are times when I complain about not being able to do anything without my little buddy, but truth be told, I really like my little buddy.
He had just better wait until I’m at home to really roll over for the first time.
Here’s to only 5 more Mondays after tomorrow.