Turning of the Terms
Tonight, told my writing class that I won't be back in September, and why. Namely that the class starts up again ten days after my due date. (Given that I fully anticipate needing a C-section again, though I do plan to try going through labor again, I am expecting I will not be in a physical condition to attend, let alone a state of sufficient mental acuity. New babies, and parental adjustments, tend to be somewhat distracting.) Everyone was happy and supportive, but only one person said she'd noticed I'd been wearing loose clothing to class. Acumen fail on the part of my classmates. :) I did promise to stop in at some point in the fall term with both my boys in tow.
And the class's first summer meet-up got planned. Unfortunately, for the weekend of Comic-Con. Ah well; perhaps I'll be able to make the second, which will be sometime in August.
So one quarter ends. And next week another begins, for Squiddle's classes, at least. And one evening class for Wonderful Husband.
And the class's first summer meet-up got planned. Unfortunately, for the weekend of Comic-Con. Ah well; perhaps I'll be able to make the second, which will be sometime in August.
So one quarter ends. And next week another begins, for Squiddle's classes, at least. And one evening class for Wonderful Husband.