I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I’m training a temp at work for my maternity leave. Yeah, my maternity leave isn’t for another FOUR months. I’m exhausted from thinking about it. My company has put me in a very uncomfortable situation. This temp sits in my cubicle with me. Small quarters. She has no computer and no access to a computer. My company doesn’t seem to think this is an issue. I’m tired of battling them. Such a waste of my time and energy.

We’re trying to name the munchkin inside o’ my tummy. It’s tough. We need a good name for her that fits us. The search goes on…

**She likes cookie dough ice cream**