the dreaded day arrived. i started back to work yesterday.
adam? he's fine.
me? ugh. i'm a hot mess. i miss the shit out of that little monkey.
i'd love it if we could figure out a way for me to stay at home but its just not going to happen. particularly since we're heading into another ivf in july. so, i'm going to sit tight and control my hours at the office and hope for another pregnancy (hope hope hope) and ride it out until i have another year off with 2 kids. wouldn't that be fucking awesome?
why yes. yes it would.