Ask for help.......are you crazy??

I woke up this morning and really wished I decided to start my maternity leave sooner.  My morning started with Holly climbing into bed with me, putting her arm around my neck and saying," So tired mummy", then turning over and going back to sleep.  Feeling her pain, I turned over and did the same.

It's not like me at all to not want to go to work, but the truth is i'm starting to feel very heavy, very stressed and very tired.  Now i'm the first person to say that being pregnant is not an illness and shouldn't stop you doing anything, as long as you're careful, but sometimes I do wish my colleagues would remember that I am due in less than 6 weeks.  As they know my leaving date gets closer and closer they seem to feel the need to pile more work on to make sure it gets done before I go.  I'm finding i'm taking work home in the evenings now to meet deadlines and this is totally stressing me out.  It's not just the sitting down and doing reports, emails, admin, meetings etc etc but it's all the running around I have to do as well.  It would be nice if someone just offered to move that PC for me instead of standing there and watching me struggle.  Maybe people like to see me waddle and get some laughs out of it.

I understand the importance of why it needs to be done but some consideration needs to be given to pregnant women.  I have a friend who works in a nightclub, who is also heavily pregnant.  She's lucky in the fact that the bouncers are like extended family and look after her, but managment expect exactly the same from her.  Have we brought this on ourselves ladies?  By trying to show people that we are wonder women and can do everything, have we set a standard that, in reality, we can't always meet?  Is there any shame in saying to our bosses and colleagues that, actually we need a little bit of help right now?  In our heads we probably think that of course there is no shame in asking, yet we when it comes down to it how many of us ask for this help?

I'm totally guilty of not asking and trying to carry on like it was just another day in the office.  The truth is my boss will never know how I crash on the sofa in an evening with a cold cup of tea and half eaten piece of toast and fall asleep until I wake with dribble down my face at silly o'clock. 

This is baby number 2 for me and I'd like to think if I went on to baby number 3 that I would learn from this and change my behaviours, but then again.........probably not!

Lots of love yummy mummys

Suz xx