It's 2016 and I don't think I've offered a public shout-out for my former boss yet, the one I reported to while I worked through my pregnancy. She was awesome, you guys. She was understanding and supporting and flexible, and she didn't even get mad when I accidentally texted her that "I just want to lay in a bed of donuts" when my cravings were out of control. She figured out I was pregnant about three whole days after I did, weeks before anyone else outside of my family, and she kept it a secret for me at work for almost three months. I couldn't have asked for anything more from her.
And yet, despite have a great boss, returning from maternity leave was still super overwhelming. Overnight, I went from being a new mom to a working mom, something that rarely gets covered in those how-to-raise-your-baby books. I was lucky enough to report to someone who was helpful and accommodating, even allowing me to take over her office when I needed to pump and the mother's room in our building was occupied. And still, I felt like a hot mess. Wait, scratch that: I felt like a lukewarm mess, because I didn't even have the energy to make it to full-blown hotness. I was lucky enough that I could be fairly open with my old supervisor, but even I didn't tell her everything. Here's some insight into a few of the things that were constantly running through my mind: