After my week vacation I'm back at work today 😩😩 My feet are already swelling and I already feel like I've been hit by a truck. I've got 5 weeks and some change left to go, but I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to stay at work. I want to. But in the end I have to do what's safest and best for Oliver. I hate that I feed into the toxic working class mindset of "sucking it up because you've got a job to do", but I completely do. I've worked since I was 15, I've worked through the flu, stomach ulcers, panic attacks, holidays, family funerals, etc etc etc. My coworkers are mostly women and single moms, and they've told me over and over how they worked way shittier jobs right up until the day they delivered. One of them was manning the drive-through window at a Churches Chicken when she was pregnant with her son and managed to finish the last 5 hours of her shift while contracting the whole time. By the time she'd made it to the hospital she was almost 5cm dilated. That shouldn't be something that's commended because that shouldn't be something that even fucking happens, but it does, every single day. I'm lucky to have the job I have and I'm lucky that this pregnancy is so smooth and free of complications, but I need to remind myself that I'm growing a person, my body is making them and we're getting closer and closer to completion and if I need a break, if my body needs a break, I need to take it. This was supposed to just be a life update but it's turned into a rant 😂😂
