Have you ever wondered what it would be like to start a new law job while pregnant?
Yep, that's right. Pregnant.
I had a little chat with some other female lawyers over the weekend. And interestingly, a male lawyer earlier today.
It's so damn hard to work while pregnant, let alone start a new job while pregnant. I've been struggling with this for months now, as I'm officially in my final trimester. The last time I was pregnant, I actually had to quit because I kept throwing up at work. That was a long time ago.
This time around, I can't say that the pregnancy is any better (in fact, it may even be a bit worse) but I am struggling to keep up with my work. It's like the pregnancy hormones take over and my mind turns to mush. I make silly mistakes. I have typos. I submit duplicates of the same document. I can't remember the names of other associates or paralegals.
And every day, all I can think about all day is frivolous Facebook gossip, whether Joshua will win on American Idol or anything else frivolous that I can bring to the forefront of my mind.
It's driving me mad.
Of course, let's not forget the fact that I still throw up at work. Even six months into my pregnancy.
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Then, I had the chance to speak to a woman who started a new job at Google when she was five months pregnant. In addition to forever being labeled as "the pregnant girl," she claims that she had a very hard time taking on a new job when pregnant. She said she was lucky that they attributed it to "ramping up" at a new job, so mistakes were expected.
A male lawyer I talked to today told me that his wife was expecting and was currently six months pregnant. While she's not a lawyer, he's a partner at a firm and told me that he has to come home every day and manage household responsibilities, since she's wiped.
Wiped out. Doesn't that sound familiar?
I come home and I can barely keep my head up. Two weeks ago, I asked that the TV be moved to the bedroom. Now, all I do is come home, change into my PJs and sit in front of the TV, soaking in whatever useless crap is on television.
The best advice I was given was to shut off any distractions (such as my Facebook iPhone app) and to get to bed early.
That's easier said than done, since I already have one kid who refuses to sleep before 10 p.m.
Oh well, another two months to go and I take leave.