I love school, with only a few exceptions. It has taken over my life! I am working really hard on finding some balance, but it’s a constant battle. I figure with all the papers I’m writing (at least a 5 pager a week) (which is only difficult as I have to research academic stuff) (and that can be boring), I shall soon become an expert writer. And maybe, just maybe, will use these skills to write a memoir. Or continue into a doctorate program and focus on research stuff. I won’t tell you which one I favor as my geek will totally come through and, for my kids’ sake, I’m trying to “cool” myself up.
In other news, I’m over 20 weeks (22.2 exactly) and will finally have my ultrasound (moving, changing doctors, and insurance stuff really delayed the process) today. The question that is on everyone’s mind is, what will I have? A boy? A girl? Twins? (Haha, it’s one baby BUT IT’S POSSIBLE.)
However, I am taking the crazy route and not finding out.
That’s right, folks. This baby will be the first in our family to not have a gender until birth! Er…rather, for us not to know the gender.
With our first two, it was imperative that I find out. Seriously. I would lay awake at night wondering who inhabited my body. Now, I want to be surprised. This will be the last pregnancy and I want it to be as special as both Emily’s and Andrew’s were and there is no real urgency in finding out the sex now. I mean, even when I did know Andrew’s sex I still didn’t buy clothes until after he was born (although, in my defense, that’s because he came a leeeetle bit early).
And that’s it: School, baby, two other kids, craziness.