Working late is bad for mama and bad for baby. Look at the crap I eat when left in a dark office at 8 pm. Mini Snickers! Dove! Peanut butter cups! So not good. (At least I'm hydrated.) Iíve been so good, too. The fruit and fish Iíve been devouring! In fact, Iíve never eaten better. How weird is it that the time in my life when I eat the best, I put on the most weight? No justice.
Working late stinks. Getting in an hour early stinks, too. I hope this levels off soon. My only solace: When Iím wandering around my office searching for after hours snacks, I notice that all of my coworkers who are parents are long gone. Good for them.