You know, there's something so comforting about being home. Even more so, since Dylan's here with me. Is it strange that we met less than a year ago and now we're this close? It certainly doesn't feel that way. Sometimes I wonder how I came to rely on him so much, but there are just some things that have no explaination. Anyway, I obviously don't mind his company.
As for our baby, it seems to be growing and healthy. And I'm happy. I am. So very happy. But at the same time it's just...I'm exhausted a majority of the time. I'm always hungry. And once I start eating it's so hard to stop. I feel like such a horrible pig, especially considering how big I'm getting. I'm sure I'm just being ridiculous, but I can't help it. I just feel so...I don't know. I just need to stop looking in the mirror or something.
It's strange, having time off and nothing to do with it. For the past thirty years, I've always had a job, or school or something to keep me busy. Not to mention, I'm really not sure what my next job will be, or if I'll have one at all. I can't imagine not working, but I'd have to find a job that would give me time for my baby as well.
Anyway, I'm sure I've said it before, but I will miss all you students next year. I wish you all luck in everything you do. Feel free to write me, if you'd like. I'd love to hear from you all.