So, I have officially been put on unofficial mat leave. Irony at it’s best. Six months into this pregnancy hearing the words “ you need to stop working” would have been like a dream. But hearing them from my doctor’s mouth this morning you know what I did? I cried. My blood pressure is too high. Consistently too high for a few weeks now. It needs to come down or I need to be INDUCED.
Ok, so I hear you now, all of you, it’s officially time to slow this show down a bit.
So as my eyes well up, she tells me that all her other patients WANT to be off work, and she tells me, and I CRY about it. So what is my issue? I don’t know. Let’s not start counting them ok. Maybe things that just don’t go as I have planned make me cry, or maybe it’s partly that I do feel good, and I am actually really enjoying work right now so it’s sad I have to go early, or maybe she scared me a bit. Probably the latter. I guess the last several weeks have caught up to me. Stress has a weird way of telling your body when enough is enough. At least in my experience. So, it’s time. Time to take a load off and put my feet up. Right after I finish this print shoot I am at today.
In all seriousness, tomorrow AM I have a meeting with HR to talk about everything and also with my boss to sort out how to transition my work to my team in a way that doesn’t totally reek havoc for them in the shortest amount of time possible. I know, I am so important eh? Not at all, we're just short staffed. So I guess the point is making the “official unofficial” actually official as soon as possible. Eeeeeek. Next week is the G20 summit, so I will likely do it from my couch. Commuting in downtown Toronto next week is going to be terrible anyway.
So there you have it. I am in official wind down. Doctor’s orders. Mom is coming down tomorrow for the weekend to help me sort out the baby stuff (thank god).
I heard chocolate and Oprah is good for high blood pressure.