Stressy

Had a big fat wobbly fit this morning, on getting into work and reading an email from the boss asking why I hadn’t worked late last night when we’re so far behind on the schedule. Never mind that I have worked late almost every night for the last, ooh, two months. And most lunchtimes. And that I have got proper text-book first-trimester exhaustion, and what definitely seems like the beginning of morning sickness. So, I came over somewhat emotional and had to run to the loo. Confided the whole truth in my colleague D who offered a sympathetic shoulder… then rinsed my red eyes and got on with it. Hence I’m posting from work at 8.30pm. But I’m nearly done and then it’s the weekend – thank fuckity.

In other news, I held a baby today – 5-month-old Ruby, who belongs to another colleague currently on maternity leave. She was very sweet and sat happily on my lap for 10 minutes without crying once. She did attempt to eat my hand, though.