Yesterday was my first full day at work, and it was strange.  On Monday I had to go in for a couple of hours–and I figured it would be a good way to transition back in.  I didn’t really want to talk to anyone, and no one was there.

The drive in was hard, as was running the couple of errands I had to do.  Being alone with my thoughts for the first time was difficult–I cried during the drive, and when I stopped into Michaels to pick up some supplies to consolidate the ultrasounds and pee sticks we have.  The pile is still sitting on my desk because I’m not quite sure what to do with it.  I don’t want to make more out of it, but feel I need to do something.

I’m starting to talk to people again, and at least I can do it without crying now.  My eyes just well up.  I think in some ways I must have it easier than Shawna–I can distract myself with work, and have people around me to talk to if I need to.  I know she had a hard day yesterday being alone with Graem.  In spite of keeping herself extremely busy, she’s just hanging out with a 2-year-old who can’t converse much beyond saying “My DO it!”

At least it’s a short week.