Stress stress stress....

I don't know how related to pregnancy this post will be, but it feels like these days it connects to everything I do. Work sucks. I cannot concentrate...actually, I am not motivated to concentrate is more like it. My travel schedule is barely existant and I am just plain mentally exhausted. I am bored. I would rather surf the net and explore baby stuff than complete my tasks. I was burnt out before I got pregnant. Maybe that is one thing that let me know that having this baby was the right thing to do...I needed a life change.

A friend of mine from work resigned yesterday. She has a four-month-old at home, and the pressure our company was putting on her to travel full-time right away was too much for her. This angers me for so many reasons. I have always known that our company was not entirely family friendly. Most of the execs are either childless, or old enough that the family has left the roost. Every pregnancy or adoption in the time I have been there has been met with disdain and comments such as "so what exactly are you going to do about this?" I understand that we have traveling jobs, and families do not merge well with them. But the least they could do is congratulate us for our new blessings. I think I have been sorely lacking in congratulations and enthusiasm. So much so, that I was nervous about letting too many people in my personal life know about the baby. Why is it that America is so anti family!?!?! Why does having a baby have to be the end of one's life!?!?! This is the start of something wonderful, I know it. I think one has to be visably pregnant before people start really getting excited. I think it really seems real at that point. I hope...

I suppose my emotional state has been exacerbated by the fact that my mother was taken to the emergency room last night with shortness of breath, numbness and vomiting. She was on a business trip and this happened right before a training she was supposed to manage began. Work has been stressful for her...her boss is a total screaming banshee nightmare. I think I am going to make her move in with me for the week...force her to take the rest of the week off of work. No more trading health for work. I did it for the last two years, but I am not even 30 yet. She is over 60 and is not in the best shape, having had a stroke and congestive heart failure. I want her to live to see this damn baby! And more than just see it! This baby needs a grandma.

I guess this post did end up being about pregnancy...I told you. Everything leads back to this baby somehow. :)