I always wonder if anyone even reads this blog. It's neither here nor there, as I blog more in the hopes of printing off my entries to give to the girls when they get bigger. I tried keeping a diary in high school, but my brother and his friends kept reading...typical, no? Then I did some good journaling in college, but let that fade away. I don't have the inclination to start a traditional paper journal, so I'm hoping this blog will capture my memories and mood which I can later collate into something.
I have completed 2 weeks of school. Just 9 to go. I am scrambling to get in enough clinical hours by my personal deadline of July 13th. This date will give me a couple of weeks to write my paper, compile my presentation and get me off my feet by 34 weeks. This pregnancy is decidely more uncomfortable than the last two. Be it age, be it the third time my body has been rearranged, or maybe the 12 hour shifts (adding up to about 50+ clinical hours a week some weeks, plus class, plus my day off which includes grocery shopping and laundry and running around after the princesses). Regardless, I know it could be much worse, but it does make me a little sad. I really enjoyed pregnant. I never wished for the baby to come early (and this one certainly does not have the option of an early arrival). But I think I will be a little relieved to have my body back to its mostly comfy shell.
At any rate, I'm off to cook up some meals for the week and maintain a little sanity in the chaos.
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I read it.
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