It is less than a week until my mornings with Bridget are taken from me by the evils of dressing up, getting a bus pass, and going to work. In attempts to self counsel myself via the interweb, I googled “returning to work after baby anxiety.” Here’s what I found:

“I had pretty severe anxiety about going back to work, to the point that I had many negative fantasies about terrible things happening to me or to my baby. I would worry all day, and cry on the train to and from work. This lasted about six weeks. It got better over time and with help from a therapist”

“I have been trying to decide to return to part-time work for the last 6 months. Each time I make up my mind to go back, I change it again the week later. I have actually found jobs, and then quit them, help!”

“Sometimes I would get in my car and just start crying. I would have to go in the house a say goodbye one last time. I was a wreck.”

In conclusion, I am as crazy and therefore normal. Wish me luck.

One baby. One exer-saucer. One parent (not pictured). Thirty seconds. A barrel of laughter.
Earlier tonight, March 19, 2007.