When I got to work this morning, there was an email from one of the managers at work telling me I have to go out of town next week. Overnight. My first night(s) away from Meg. And with little notice. I’m freaking out. She asked if we had any plans they needed to work around. I said I needed more than a week’s notice to build up enough breastmilk for Meg to drink while I’m gone. We’ll see what her answer is. Did I mention I’m freaking out?