Working Mama Guilt

I’m sure many other working mamas feel the same guilt that I do. We don’t get to be here each day to experience each and every precious moment with our little ones. While I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything major, I’m sure it’s bound to happen or that I will start to feel it more as he gets older and starts doing more. Right now we are working on sitting up and I’m glad I got to be here when he sat up on his own. And then pretty much rolled over for the first time the next minute! Too bad my hubby missed it 😛 I’ll take what I can get!

My Special Anniversary

I woke up this morning and, without marking my calender or setting up a reminder, I remembered. Today is the anniversary of the day I went to the doctor and found out I was expecting my first child. There was no build up; it just came to me as I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I woke up puking that morning, which was the culmination of a half a dozen symptoms that should have lead me to the correct conclusion  long before I made that fateful trip to the doctor. I’m not one to take a whole day of of work and go to the doctor just because I’m feeling a little sick. But I was having too many symptoms to ignore. I still think back and laugh at myself for not putting it all together. My doctor laughed at me as well, and that is perhaps one of my fondest memories. I’m telling her all these things and she is looking at me like I’m a dope because it’s the first thing she thought of. In another brilliant move, I had already peed, so peeing into a cup was out of the question (facepalm!) and my doctor gave me a blood test instead. The downside to this of course is that the results wouldn’t be available until the next day. She fixed me up and sent me on my way, not really taking her diagnosis seriously.