I realized that in my blog description that I said I'm a working mom, and that is true, but since all moms work, I really should have said that I was a working outside of the house and getting paid for it mom. I've done the mom thing both ways. When the kids were little, I was at home, and in that case, I was really at home because we only had one car and Husband used to car pool so he had to drive 2-3 times a week and that meant that I was really stuck at home. We had no money, and I mean no money. Once, when my friends wanted to meet at the McDonald's with a play land to go to lunch and let the kids play, I literally dug in the couch to find change to try to come up with $1.99 so Child 1 and I could share a Happy Meal. I would eat the cheeseburger and Child 1 would eat the fries. It was hard and awful and stressful and tiring. And I miss it. Because the thing you don't realize when you go to work is that you will never have another nap for the rest of your life.
This British soldier is having a worse day than me. Not only was she pregnant and didn't know it, she gave birth in Afghanistan. On an army base. That is constantly under attack. With no pediatrician, or ob-gyn, so definitely no epidural. But at least she gets to leave Afghanistan. So thank you, soldier, for reminding me how nice it was to give birth in a hospital with an epidural. (I love anesthesia.) And thank you for your service. I hope you have a lovely maternity leave.