As my maternity leave wraps up, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions—bittersweet doesn’t even begin to cover it. Justine, my little bundle of joy, is gearing up to start daycare part-time on February 12th, marking the end of our cozy days together. While it’s a significant step for both of us, it’s also a necessary one as I prepare to dive back into work mid-March.
This transition period is a blessing in disguise, offering me the much-needed time to gather my thoughts and priorities before returning to the grind. There’s an exciting opportunity on the horizon—an interview for a promotion. Though nerves are running high, I’m reminding myself to stay true to who I am. If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way to me.
However, amidst these mixed feelings, there’s an undercurrent of frustration lingering. Lately, I’ve found myself at odds with my husband, feeling as though my efforts are going unnoticed and unappreciated. Loneliness has become an unwelcome companion, and the craving for adult conversation is stronger than ever. It’s a tough spot to be in, and sometimes, I just wish for a pause button.
Yet, even in the midst of this emotional storm, I hold onto hope. This too shall pass, and brighter days are ahead. Sometimes, a low point is just the precursor to a beautiful upswing. Here’s to riding out the waves and finding solace in the belief that things will indeed turn around. 🌟
Reclaiming MomBod 