Spring in my Step

I have caught up with all of my homework. I finished my take home Accounting test. I have all of my writing done for my classes that is due this week. Two more class days and it will be Spring Break. I. can. not. wait.

I barely have an A in Statistics, which is great. That gives me confidence that I might squeak out with a B at the end of the semester. That is the class that is my main concern. By the time I get to that class I am exhausted and starving even though I bring plenty of snacks with me.

Famished have I been, I tell you. FAMISHED. No lie, the other day I swear I ate every 20 minutes. And I crave vegetables. Raw, steamed, pan fried. Zucchini is my favorite right now. I slice one or two in half lengthwise, drizzle with olive oil, salt and pepper and let it sizzle in a hot skillet. Scrumptious.

E and I have started telling our friends and a few family members our news. There are days when I forget it myself. Neither of us have told our moms. I don't really want to tell my mom, more out of spite than anything else. I'm still really steamed at her for those early years of my teens and how she mothered my siblings, especially my brother. The other part of me not wanting to tell her is that I don't want her getting all sappy and teary, and shrilly. But I don't want to hurt her feelings either. I also don't want a visit. I can't deal with them coming to visit right now and with her having just gotten home from my sister's, I'm sure that is what the whole visit's conversation would be about.

We have told Dani. Quite awhile ago actually. I was throwing up and she got scared so we let her read my pregnancy test. You could have literally knocked her over with a feather. She is very excited and every week we look online at a pregnancy calendar together and we find things around the house that correlate to the baby's size. For example, this week, it is the size of a teaspoon. She ran to the drawer, and got a spoon out and put it against the wall where we have her heights marked. She got to see how small this baby is compared to how 'big' she was when she was born.

She has even gotten out a notebook and basically conducted an interview by asking me what the baby eats, what it will eat after its born, and then when it grows teeth. At this point, she doesn't seem scared, or anxious. Just excited. Me? I'm a typical mother. I worry every day. Pretty much until I feel regular movement, I will worry. But I'm getting through. And it's getting better.

And its spring. The weather is gorgeous. I might even take Dani to the beach on a couple of days over Spring Break. Things are looking good. I'm starting to feel happy.

Nocturnally Yours

Another appt. closer to bringing home baby. Just hearttones today but it was enough. I'm getting through my classes. I had a Statistics test this week that I was able to answer a few questions confidently on. As long as I can get through the sememster with a C, I don't really care about much else. Honestly, if I weren't concerned about losing the money for the tuition and book I would drop the class. But I just can't make myself do that. I have to get my money's worth.

About the only other thing of excitement that passes around here are my dreams. Now, my dreams had gotten weird before I even found out I was pregnant. Once I drempt that a cat had kittens in my neighbor's yard and the neighborhood kids were upset because they had a pit bull in that yard. So, I am dangling over my privacy fence, keeping the dog occupied while the kids climb over the fence to try to get the kittens. However, noone knew that the neighbor also had a lion chained up in his yard so then none of the kids wanted to go over there. So, I went over the fence and tried to 'play' with the dog while trying not to bring attention to myself so that the lion wouldn't break its chain. I got to the kittens, and started picking them up. When I picked them up, they turned into weird little McDonald toys with rat tails. But it doesn't end there. I am carrying these plastic rat tailed kittens down the street and Dani is helping me, but she keeps on dropping them and they bounce. I take them to my other neighbor's house and she tells me to go find an old blanket that is folded up by her fireplace, which is news to me because IRL she doesn't have a fireplace, and I go in to find it. But once I get in there, I find a book, and pick it up and sit on the stones of the fireplace and I fell asleep. Poor kittens never got their blanket.

Then last night, or this morning, I heard our neighbor's son knock on the our door. (E gives him a ride to his bus stop every morning) Well, I heard the knock consciously, but then I started dreaming that E had gone out into the backyard and the door locked behind him. So he started knocking on the door for me to let him in. Well, I got pissed because there are other ways to get into the house and if he stopped to think about it then he would figure it out. So, in my dream I just pretended not to hear him and I continued to sleep.

So, I guess if nothing else my dreams make good blog fodder.