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It is the ambivalent Genevieve. Yep. With four weeks to leave the job for her maternity leave, the Genevieve did not know which side to take. Of what to do. At wits end.

Is she happy? Or is it anxious to leave?

I have just give the boss the details of my leave. And I admit it was funny.

strange because it seems like yesterday that I announced in a pattern # 3 pushed me in the stomach. Time if the challenge definitively too fast.

strange because I was completely convinced, at the very moment Filou has released its first cry, that I never would wear jeans with panels. So far from me was the idea of finding myself on maternity leave one of these four.

Strange to think that it's someone else in the coming weeks, will be sitting in my chair. Who writes here. Who will take my place.

In a society where the mother's job is not valued and so the career is cubed, diffi cult to peace of mind. To go too long without the slightest question. Yes, I look forward to rest. Cooking food frozen for later. Hide and to wash diapers pink Nanan. Spending hours to fl atter my belly and watch it grow new stretch marks that will emerge. Reading magazines fi Islands without remorse. To wash my floor on all fours. Take long baths to reduce the Braxton Hicks. Waiting for the moment is fi nally came.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid.

Fear of not loving my new life. To piss me off to make ga ga ga all day long. Around in circles in my living room in front of a pile of washing diapers. I do not know that myself, maternity leave endless. For the first two, I was trying to get a diploma.

worse I'm afraid of losing my place to work. It was thought in 2010. Have a law protecting pregnant women. Knowing that attitudes have changed over the past 30 years. But I fear none.

Suddenly the person who replaces me is better than me? It

pocket, eh, as refl ection? The job takes up so much space in our lives that it becomes diffi cult to leave everything to the most important: our children. Even though we know that this is the key to happiness and not on a pay stub ...

Fear you, readers, forget me. Some days I make plans, scenarios that have neither head nor tail. "Honey, what would you take any parental leave in my place?" "Hello, madam! Does your center accepts infants of 18 weeks?" "Baby # 3, three months, you're now big enough to take care alone all day while mom is going to do phone interviews and written texts of the house?"

And how we guarantee that when my leave is over, I'm going to want to kill to stay home with my # 3? What we are doing such evil, we wives. It is not the ambivalent Genevieve. It is pathetic ...

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