Stupid. I think I have a UTI. It's painful. And we don't have a family doctor who can get me in quickly. Cranberry juice, here I come.
I had trouble getting to sleep last night, and then this morning I woke up around 4-4:30 and just could not go back to sleep. I took a shower, tried to relax, and have been alternately staring at the wall and reading old journals. I'm hungry, but I know if I leave to get food Mori will wake up, and Ben probably won't wake up with her. I have finals today. My crotch hurts and I feel like I have a constantly full bladder. I don't want to spend four-six hours at school doing nothing. I'm hungry.
However, due to a sporadic cleaning last night, the house looks good. The floor is vacuumed. The dishes are done. Laundry is caught up. It feels good.
But damn, I'm hungry. And I can't find my hairclips, which would be nice to pull my wet hair off my neck.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I must be insane. Regarding school, at least.
Alrighty, so, when I found out I was pregnant, I had a plan in mind for school. I'd take summer quarter full-time, loaded with classes. Autumn quarter would be half-time, to accommodate a growing baby-belly (and the misery that comes with it). Winter I would take off, because who can go to school with a newborn? I'd resume full-time for Spring, which starts in March.
Perfect plan, perfect timing, says I.
However, that just got blown to bits. Lots of itty bitty bits. Because if I half-time it in Autumn and don't go at all in Winter, I won't have the pre-reqs I need for the vet tech program in time.
So now, Summer finals are Monday. And I'm scheduled for 13CR for Autumn. Granted, they're mostly 100-level classes, so they shouldn't be that difficult, but still. (Chem 100, Math: Calculations/Dosages, Speech and Algebra 2). Autumn goes from Sept. 14th-ish to right before Christmas. I'll be about 8-mo pregnant during finals. I must be insane.
And to top it off, I can't take winter quarter off - I have to be at least part-time, otherwise my financial aid gets all screwy and I won't have it for Spring. So I've got a line-up of online classes that I think I can handle, including Business Comm, Med. terminology, and "Freshman" seminar.
And then Spring I start with 200-level classes, and by Fall I should be taking the VET schedule, which is, ah, well, INSANE.
But anyway, there's a scholarly update. Cheers!
(Oh! And SPORE came out yesterday. Now I have to hunt down a copy. MINE, I say, MINE!)
Perfect plan, perfect timing, says I.
However, that just got blown to bits. Lots of itty bitty bits. Because if I half-time it in Autumn and don't go at all in Winter, I won't have the pre-reqs I need for the vet tech program in time.
So now, Summer finals are Monday. And I'm scheduled for 13CR for Autumn. Granted, they're mostly 100-level classes, so they shouldn't be that difficult, but still. (Chem 100, Math: Calculations/Dosages, Speech and Algebra 2). Autumn goes from Sept. 14th-ish to right before Christmas. I'll be about 8-mo pregnant during finals. I must be insane.
And to top it off, I can't take winter quarter off - I have to be at least part-time, otherwise my financial aid gets all screwy and I won't have it for Spring. So I've got a line-up of online classes that I think I can handle, including Business Comm, Med. terminology, and "Freshman" seminar.
And then Spring I start with 200-level classes, and by Fall I should be taking the VET schedule, which is, ah, well, INSANE.
But anyway, there's a scholarly update. Cheers!
(Oh! And SPORE came out yesterday. Now I have to hunt down a copy. MINE, I say, MINE!)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I screwed up... But we survived!
Hello! We're back from Saint Louis!
Saturday was hectic. I mean, major hectic. It all started well, though. There I was, doing laundry, washing some dishes. Morrigan went down for her afternoon nap and I thought to myself "Maybe I should look up our flight times for tomorrow so we don't miss it!"
I sat at the computer, loaded up Expedia, and got our itinerary. "Dum, dum, dum." I thought. "Okay, flying out on Saturday the 30th at 6:55am... wait, wait. Saturday? HOLY SHIT! That's TODAY!"
Apparently dipshit me booked the flight a day early on accident. So, there I was, 12:20pm on Saturday, looking at an itinerary that said the plane had left six hours ago. I immediately busted into tears and called Ben.
"Ben!" I said. "I screwed up. The flight's gone! The flight's gone!"
Ten minutes later, after he could get me to coherently tell him what happened, he made a brilliant suggestion. Call the airport and see what we can do.
I called American and told them how much of an idiot I was. They said "No problem, people miss their flights all the time. Just bring in your ticket and we'll fly you stand-by tonight."
Tonight? But Ben was at work! So, after I hung up with American, I sheepishly called Ben back and told him to come home so we could rush to the airport to rush onto another flight and not have to pay $300 extra for new tickets.
He did, and we did, and we got on a flight. Two hours later we were in STL.
Over all, the trip was good. Stressful, tiring, and definately wore me out, but it was good. Ben met a good chunk of the family and still hasn't divorced me (an amazement in itself) and mother behaved herself remarkably well. We spent a whole evening with daddy and Brad and Nina, playing Wii and showing Mori their turtle. We had lots of eat-out food, which my body did not quite agree with, and got back in one piece.
Now today, it's off to school for final exams and off to work tomorrow for Ben. Morrigan graciously slept all through the night last night, which means so did I, and it seemed to recharge us pretty well. To complete that recharge, I'm going to First Watch to have a nice, alone, quiet breakfast before throwing myself back into the throes of student life.
Ciao!
Saturday was hectic. I mean, major hectic. It all started well, though. There I was, doing laundry, washing some dishes. Morrigan went down for her afternoon nap and I thought to myself "Maybe I should look up our flight times for tomorrow so we don't miss it!"
I sat at the computer, loaded up Expedia, and got our itinerary. "Dum, dum, dum." I thought. "Okay, flying out on Saturday the 30th at 6:55am... wait, wait. Saturday? HOLY SHIT! That's TODAY!"
Apparently dipshit me booked the flight a day early on accident. So, there I was, 12:20pm on Saturday, looking at an itinerary that said the plane had left six hours ago. I immediately busted into tears and called Ben.
"Ben!" I said. "I screwed up. The flight's gone! The flight's gone!"
Ten minutes later, after he could get me to coherently tell him what happened, he made a brilliant suggestion. Call the airport and see what we can do.
I called American and told them how much of an idiot I was. They said "No problem, people miss their flights all the time. Just bring in your ticket and we'll fly you stand-by tonight."
Tonight? But Ben was at work! So, after I hung up with American, I sheepishly called Ben back and told him to come home so we could rush to the airport to rush onto another flight and not have to pay $300 extra for new tickets.
He did, and we did, and we got on a flight. Two hours later we were in STL.
Over all, the trip was good. Stressful, tiring, and definately wore me out, but it was good. Ben met a good chunk of the family and still hasn't divorced me (an amazement in itself) and mother behaved herself remarkably well. We spent a whole evening with daddy and Brad and Nina, playing Wii and showing Mori their turtle. We had lots of eat-out food, which my body did not quite agree with, and got back in one piece.
Now today, it's off to school for final exams and off to work tomorrow for Ben. Morrigan graciously slept all through the night last night, which means so did I, and it seemed to recharge us pretty well. To complete that recharge, I'm going to First Watch to have a nice, alone, quiet breakfast before throwing myself back into the throes of student life.
Ciao!
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