Very early on in my pregnancy I took on a second PT job in that there London ( a 2 hour commute). The plan was to put away a little stash for the baby. However I went for the fateful scan the week before I started.
As I figured I’d be pretty useless I tried to back out of the job, but to no avail. Luckiest thing ever! They were so awesome and supportive. They let me have access to a space where I could lay down or nap when I needed to, I could work from home 1 day a week and in general they couldn’t have been more supportive. I still wish I’d been able to do more for them.
Sadly the babies (parasites) drained my energy, that combined with the hottest summer in my memory meant I was barely able to sit upright. I spent quite a few days laying in the paddling pool reading reports, with chocolates carefully balanced on my tummy. It must have looked like moby dick studying for final exams!