This is a baby-related post. Please feel free to skip if you are not comfortable reading.
The day I go back to work. My bag is packed, and so is K's. Tomorrow morning, I will drop her off at daycare, and the rest of our lives will start.
It sort of feels like going back to work after your honeymoon. The celebration is over, and now you settle into your normal life.
The last 12 weeks have gone by far too fast - especially the last seven that she was home from the hospital.
Wish me luck. I'm sure I'll be a blubbering mess tomorrow morning. I promise to post all about it later this week.