And then it hit me

In 4 days my baby boy will be going to daycare.

In 6 days I'll be back to work full-time.

It all hit me today as I dropped off the paperwork.  My chest got a little tight and I started to feel a little teary-eyed.

The anxiety started to settle in and my mind is playing the game of 20 questions with myself . . . .

How can I leave my baby boy all day? 
How will they know what's wrong when he cries?  
What if he doesn't take any naps?
How can I manage a job, a house, a marriage and a baby?
Can I keep up with pumping/breast-feeding at work?
Can I keep up with washing the cloth diapers?
Will I ever make it to work on time?
Will I ever get to exercise again?  (selfish - maybe, but valid)
What if he stops sleeping so well at night with all the change?
What if I can't get out of work on time to pick him up?

And the list goes on and on . . . . . 

Then I look at my baby boy and he just melts my heart (crazy eyes and all).

And I know that we'll find a way, somehow, we'll make it work, it'll all be worth it in the end.

I may not get as much sleep.
My house might not be as clean as I'd like it.
I might be late for work.

But we'll figure it out and do what works best for us (or so my husband has reassured me).