I felt guilty going back to work as a mum then I did it [Video]

This morning, I woke up and thought to myself: ‘OK, this is enough’. 

At almost 37 weeks pregnant, my body is heavy and swollen, and after months of broken sleep, it’s time to surrender. 

Everything is an effort; getting out of bed, walking up the stairs, picking my toddler’s toys up from the floor and even eating, given my stomach’s keen habit of leaking acid into my oesophagus. 

My brain is full of a thick fog, turning the once simple tasks I took for granted — like selecting words to use, or even remembering what happened five minutes ago — into mental challenges.

I know now that it’s time to stop working.

Basically, I am ready to melt into what the Germans refer to as the period of ‘zwischen’, meaning ‘between’ — or the final days of pregnancy. 

While sitting in this proverbial waiting room, I plan to watch some trash TV, do some nesting, go swimming, and generally …