Dec 3
The Blur of Work and Home
With my maternity leave looming, I've become somewhat of a robot. Late nights at the office to complete my work and transition projects to colleagues are complemented with moving dressers, couches and random items at home.
I've found that my creative bursts are slim, I have words I want to write, but don't have the energy to spew out.
I've never been so tired in all my life. My mind constantly races and I have to-do notes upon to-do notes.
I've gotten used to the protruding tummy and often forget that there is a little person inside of the buldge, getting ready to say hello and flip my world on its head.
I know that when she arrives, these late nights, blurry blood-shot eyes and weakened keyboard wrists will be but a glimmer.
