Amy! I can’t even begin to express how fearlessly written and deeply resonant this piece is. It’s so bizarre to me that the mental and physical “fugue state” of post-pregnancy is often glossed over. I’ve had many colleagues refer to my maternity leave as a “holiday”. Aside from that malapropism I am lucky that I work in a supportive environment and I make damn sure I put my time in — even if I have to leave everyday at 5 pm, literally running home to relieve the nanny I’m back on the job until it’s done. But the resentment is real. I don’t know what the answer is, only I’m thankful such smart, incisive, witty and honest writers like you can express the oft-unexpressable. I love my job. I love my little dude. Why should this be mutually exclusive?