Work’s really been doing a number on me this past week. We’re understaffed (arguably this is my fault because I’m the big boss and I haven’t hired someone new so I’m just knocking about trying to do the work for myself but it’s obviously a bit more complex than that) and a really really major Thing came along with an impossible deadline which I’ve had to go along with.
I’ve had to work a load of extra hours and I’m lucky because it’s all desk based stuff but I just can’t do it on this level like I did before getting knocked up. I worked super late on Friday night, spent Saturday going to IKEA on a 3 hour round trip to buy the Bub a cot and a chest of drawers to use as a changing table and a bunch of other things, then had to have a sleep when we got home, then yesterday spent some time with MotherDragName before coming home to do about 5 hours of work. I booked today off because a) it’s a bank holiday b) I’m pregnant and tired and c) MrDragName is going away for work for a week and I was going to spend today getting my tit together so me, the bump and the cat will survive the week in one piece and get enough nutrition etc. But no! Can I please join a Teams meeting because if I don’t then this big deadline (which I didn’t set even though I’m the client?!) falls apart.
I have literally had to tell people I’m pregnant and on the high risk pathway as a result of this nonsense that’s flared up and that they need to back off (as if I want to use my pregnancy as a weapon but I was being absolutely hammered) but it’s making no sodding difference. I could take TOIL later in the week or next week but hey, what’s the point? Nobody does my work when I’m not there and I’ve had to abandon a lot of work to attend to this deadline. I don’t need my weekends for rest in the same way as I did in the first trimester, but I really value the chill time because I still don’t sleep properly at night and I also appreciate being able to tick off a few ‘personal life’ tasks in readiness for JuniorDragName’s arrival. Not be chained to my work desk for hours on end doing work I arguably shouldn’t be doing, wishing I could instead spend the time loading all my worldly goods onto eBay and Vinted to a)make space for the bub and b)earn some pennies for the staggering pay drop I have ahead of me during Mat Leave. And other such things.
Sorry for the moan. I’m being a total princess diva I think. I show no signs of actually having a high risk pregnancy, but I do know I am the sort of person who gets stressed easily. And I’m large and old, which is excellent news for me. I have never really had that much regard for how much stress I’ve put on myself before but I am quite fiercely protective of the ear of corn sized fella lodging in my body right now.