This past weekend, we went to a party on Saturday night (all of us) where I saw a few friends who are also moms. I was going on about my day care woes - I still haven’t found care for L.A. Fetus yet but I’m not really trying too hard right now either - I have until mid-January so I’m giving myself a month off!)

Anyway I realized as I was chatting at the party that I was among only SAHMs (Stay At Home Moms) so I kind of just stopped talking about my dilemma and did more listening.  Then on Sunday, we went to a friend’s house for a pool party and barbecue. Another friend was there with her 5 week old baby. They asked about the day care situation and again I started talking and realized that I was again with only stay at home moms.  Now — to me, there is no right or wrong when it comes to parenting. I’m a firm believer in a woman’s right to CHOOSE to stay at home OR go to work.  I, for one, need the break that working provides and I think it allows me to be a better, more patient mom.

Anyhow, both parties were a lot of fun and it was great to be able to just hang out all weekend long.

I fell asleep Sunday night watching Oprah’s interview with Elizabeth Vargas who was talking about her choice to leave broadcast news to care for her second baby and be closer to home for the family.  They talked about how the U.S. is one of only 4 countries WORLDWIDE that doesn’t have a government sponsored (paid) maternity leave program.  Most developed countries support new mothers for a year after birth. Wow!

So I wake up at 2:30am and am crying — in my sleep — and all I can think is ‘What are we doing wrong?” Why am I the only working mother that I know? (Obvioulsy not true but the raging hormones didn’t understand that…)  So these thoughts and quiet tears continue until I have to get out of bed and go calm myself down.  So 3:30am I’m getting back into bed and still sniffling a little (sobbing) and I accidentally wake L.A. Daddy.

He asks what’s wrong of course and I tell him - “What are we going to do with the baby? Who’s going to watch her while I work?!” He responds, “Honey - calm down, it’s 4am. We’ll work it out. We always do…” And I can’t let go that easily so it turns into a full on conversation about how we could have planned better. To which he replies, “I”m sorry I’m a loser and we need your income.  We’ve got time to work this out so CALM DOWN and go to sleep.”

OOPS!!!

Now, obviously L.A. Daddy is not a loser — far from it — he juggles more responsibilities than anyone should and he’s been absolutely fabulous during my morning (all day/night) sickness and throughout this pregancy and I wouldn’t be having another of his children if I weren’t in love with everything about him.  And obviously we’re not the only family with two working parents.

But, boy, when those raging pregnancy hormones kick in, I can become a bit unglued, huh? I really didn’t have all this when I was pregnant with L.A. Toddler. Has anyone else experienced this?