How in the world are women supposed to actually work during these first few exhausting weeks/months? Not only am I physically tired, but I’m distracted and quite possibly useless at work. I’m doing my best to keep on top of emails, voicemails, phones ringing, folks stopping by knocking on my door, coordinating schedules, chit-chatting with co-workers – all the normal workings of any given day at the nine-to-five. Now someone wants some numbers crunched by Friday, someone else has thrown a wrench into something I was working on, and I all I can think about is how my internal organs feel like they’re throbbing…. thump-thump, thump-thump…. and how I’d just like to be home. But how I can’t call in… umm tired, distracted, and throbbing… for the next seven months. I imagine that one symptom will be replaced by another, so I will need to learn to roll with the punches a little better. In the meantime, it doesn’t make me feel any more like a paperweight here at work. A tired, distracted, throbbing paperweight.