I feel like I should call a wah-mbulance. Return to work is looming (1 month away) and every time I BF Zoe I think "your days of booby on tap are numbered". Boyfriend thinks I am being melodramatic, but it is really, really difficult to know that Z will be crying and I won't be there for her. He doesn't get it.

I am trying to be positive about going to work. It will be good to be able to support my family and everything, but still. Waaaaah!