Reality, crashing

Ever since IK was born, folks have been asking me if I like motherhood. I freaking love it. I mean what's not to love? You get to hang out with a baby who gets more and more interesting every day. You bask in the unconditional love. You spend early mornings snuggling her tiny bod & afternoons drinking iced tea in the park while she snoozes in the stroller. You watch the balance in your checking account dwindle to nothing.

So yeah, motherhood is great. Motherhood on maternity leave is totally awesome. And then there's working motherhood.

The last four months have flown by & it's time for me to go back to work. I'm really excited about it. I think it will be great for IK to spend some more quality time with her dad & I'm looking forward to having something to talk about other than her. OK, OK, so I'm freaking out a bit. I'm mostly nervous that I don't remember my job, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike (she said hopefully).

Which isn't to say that I don't get nauseous every time I think about tomorrow. I feel like the last 3.5 months has been "la-la motherhood" in which I got to spend all day every day with her. Now we're leaving fairy land and entering reality.

Wish me luck! Wish us all luck. I know she'll be fine & will have an awesome day with her dad... I just hope that I don't sob all the way to the subway.