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I'm so exhausted. Nick and I have been running around looking at houses since we woke up. We went to look at three in this amazing community called [Legacy Park]. The first two were both amazing, although I think we're leaning toward the second. We never did get to see the third because the realtor never showed up (bravo, professional!). The whole process is so hectic to me. The fact that we are even looking at such big, expensive houses in such a prestigious private community is kind of overwhelming to me. The pressure of getting our money in order and getting out of our current lease, just all the orchestrating and executing, makes my head start to throb. I need a personal assistant who will just handle all this shit for me.
Kyan is gone to Texas to spend the holidays with his dad and won't be back until January. Last year, the break was welcomed and enjoyed, but this time it's only been a couple of days and I already feel pointless. I honestly don't know how to fill my time without him here. Oh, but that has to do with more than just Kyan being gone-- I QUIT MY JOB. Quite possibly the most liberating feeling ever. I've been desperate to escape for years now. So, with work being out of the picture and Ky being away, all I have left is school. This quarter has been extremely easy, with virtually no need to do any studying outside the classroom, so that doesn't exactly fill much time either. Next quarter, I won't be able to say the same. I know the dedication I've been putting into this is worth it though; I'll be patting myself on the back once I'm finally a midwife. Anyway, I miss Ky to pieces. He handled the painfully long drive to meet Kevin better than Nick or I. We were both moaning and groaning while Ky cheerfully played with Batman and watched Spongebob in the back. This is the treachery of having a child with someone who lives 800+ miles away. Actually seeing Kevin was a bit strange, as he knows Nick and I are expecting. It was thankfully not as hair-ripping, eye-gouging awkward as I had feared.
The house is a mess and I've basically been living in pajamas. I think I could possibly survive off of pumpkin cheesecake from Olive Garden and fried mozzarella sticks. Which reminds me, Nick and I went to Olive Garden for lunch yesterday and there was a woman discreetly nursing her chubby baby boy while she ate with her family. I mentioned it to Nick and he asked, "Is it bothering you?" I made a face. "No, I just really want to go give her a high five."
Speaking of boobs, I gotta say: Mine are so terribly swollen and sore. Thanks, fetus.
Kyan is gone to Texas to spend the holidays with his dad and won't be back until January. Last year, the break was welcomed and enjoyed, but this time it's only been a couple of days and I already feel pointless. I honestly don't know how to fill my time without him here. Oh, but that has to do with more than just Kyan being gone-- I QUIT MY JOB. Quite possibly the most liberating feeling ever. I've been desperate to escape for years now. So, with work being out of the picture and Ky being away, all I have left is school. This quarter has been extremely easy, with virtually no need to do any studying outside the classroom, so that doesn't exactly fill much time either. Next quarter, I won't be able to say the same. I know the dedication I've been putting into this is worth it though; I'll be patting myself on the back once I'm finally a midwife. Anyway, I miss Ky to pieces. He handled the painfully long drive to meet Kevin better than Nick or I. We were both moaning and groaning while Ky cheerfully played with Batman and watched Spongebob in the back. This is the treachery of having a child with someone who lives 800+ miles away. Actually seeing Kevin was a bit strange, as he knows Nick and I are expecting. It was thankfully not as hair-ripping, eye-gouging awkward as I had feared.
The house is a mess and I've basically been living in pajamas. I think I could possibly survive off of pumpkin cheesecake from Olive Garden and fried mozzarella sticks. Which reminds me, Nick and I went to Olive Garden for lunch yesterday and there was a woman discreetly nursing her chubby baby boy while she ate with her family. I mentioned it to Nick and he asked, "Is it bothering you?" I made a face. "No, I just really want to go give her a high five."
Speaking of boobs, I gotta say: Mine are so terribly swollen and sore. Thanks, fetus.