Happy Practice Mothers Day!
I have yet to call my mother, but I found it adorable that she left me an "early happy mothers day" phone message a couple of days ago. Whodathunk that her youngest would be the first one to grant her a grandchild (God willing--I'm only at aproximately week 6-8). Actually, it does make sense. Nevermind.
Michael meant to make me breakfast for Mother's day, but he's been studying really hard. He asked me to hold off eating a big meal and stick to snacking, but I wound up eating a solid meal at 10 a.m. (okay, by solid I mean "huge"). Dude, I'm pregnant. I'm always hungry now. Well not now, but you get what I'm saying. I think he plans on making breakfast for lunch though. I've been craving a big, fat omelette.
Michael has work related class starting tomorrow and lasting the entire work week. He did not touch his work books at all 'til last week, and even then he put most of it off 'til yesterday. I can't be too cross with him because I remember having the exact same study habits long ago. I'd look at my homework, and get an idea of how I was going to approach whatever subject, then I'd wait 'til two nights before and allow any creativity I have to be fueled by pure adrenaline, and presto! I always pulled a gem outta my ass somehow.
God, I always felt like such a phony in the honors program-- now it's occuring to me why that is. Speaking of which, my friend Damon and I were the only ones in the program who took the basic math stuff vs. the super advanced math courses (we did get some crap for that from the other honors kids). I knew this would haunt me one day, and it is. Michael's homework is 100 percent math related and I don't even have it in me to work on some with him to make time pass.
It's my day off, and it feels like I'm watching sand quickly glide through an hour glass in horror, counting off the seconds 'til I have to be at work again. The thing is that today is the first day off of two, and the fact that I feel this way now is pretty damned foreboding.
Michael meant to make me breakfast for Mother's day, but he's been studying really hard. He asked me to hold off eating a big meal and stick to snacking, but I wound up eating a solid meal at 10 a.m. (okay, by solid I mean "huge"). Dude, I'm pregnant. I'm always hungry now. Well not now, but you get what I'm saying. I think he plans on making breakfast for lunch though. I've been craving a big, fat omelette.
Michael has work related class starting tomorrow and lasting the entire work week. He did not touch his work books at all 'til last week, and even then he put most of it off 'til yesterday. I can't be too cross with him because I remember having the exact same study habits long ago. I'd look at my homework, and get an idea of how I was going to approach whatever subject, then I'd wait 'til two nights before and allow any creativity I have to be fueled by pure adrenaline, and presto! I always pulled a gem outta my ass somehow.
God, I always felt like such a phony in the honors program-- now it's occuring to me why that is. Speaking of which, my friend Damon and I were the only ones in the program who took the basic math stuff vs. the super advanced math courses (we did get some crap for that from the other honors kids). I knew this would haunt me one day, and it is. Michael's homework is 100 percent math related and I don't even have it in me to work on some with him to make time pass.
It's my day off, and it feels like I'm watching sand quickly glide through an hour glass in horror, counting off the seconds 'til I have to be at work again. The thing is that today is the first day off of two, and the fact that I feel this way now is pretty damned foreboding.