One week down

I have almost survived one week back at work. Quite a crazy week I might add. My second day back I find out news that definitely effects my job in the new year, if I still have one. My fourth day back HR informs me I owe more than a full paycheck back due to some calculation computation crap. We're so confused, Sean and I, that we've scheduled a meeting to clarify this information. I have no idea how or why this happened.
Overall, I've done okay. I get antsy at the end of the days. I'd be much more suited working part-time if I could afford it, rather than full-time. It is the length of the days that get me. I know that I need to work, therefore, daycare is a must. Knowing that I need to work, the next choice is to have a provider you feel very comfortable leaving the baby with, check. Knowing we picked a great provider to care for 'Lil D helps me get through the day. But I know deep down how good socializing at such a young age will benefit him. He'll not be afraid of strangers and act so shy like a lot of little ones (he will know the element of stranger danger though, mommy will be sure of this). He might get sick, but he'll be building immunities at the same time (tying it sounds kind of like a warped logic, but really, think about it. I've heard a lot of stories of mom's who say their older kids are never sick now because of this).
Everyone wants to see pictures, so I finally printed out a bunch and post them in my cubicle. Now I too have something adorable to look at to get me through the day! Everyone has been very welcoming with me coming back. I get a lot of comments because well, I way a less now than I did getting pregnant, like 15 pounds less. For the first time in my entire life I've not had to worry about my weight, what I eat. I mean, I was so fucked up I had a gastric bypass, so this is kind of new to me. I'll be weary when the breastfeeding stops, because I'll need to change my habits then. Until then, I'll enjoy the ride. I'm also afraid to buy too much new clothes, but my work clothes are kinda big for now.
Pumping is really almost a full-time job. I take 3 trips to the designated room at work. I forward the desk phone to my cell phone, grab the laptop, and off I go. Pumping at work is a bit more difficult at home because there's more set up involved, where at home my machine is all out and I just have to add my flanges and go. At work, I need to clean up after myself. I'm also so paranoid of my supply dropping with work (I have heard of this happening when women return to work) that I pretty much exclusively breastfeed at home now. I feel like a baby hog because daddy doesn't really get to feed him now. But, if I need to pump every time he eats, I rather just feed him. I hate being tied to that damn machine, it's kind of making me sore. I never was with him on the boob directly! Sorry...but this whole blog, I mean not just this entry, is full of TMI, you can leave now if you're not interested.
I am so glad that it is Friday. It is nothing short of a miracle that I can survive from my day starting at the 4 o'clock hour, and not going to bed until 9:30-10, and about 2 wake ups in the middle (not feedings though, thank goodness, usually just to insert the paci, and then he's back down). I am so glad I can "sleep in" tomorrow, and by that I will take 7am!
At least next week is full of holidays!