continued healing~ma ND

The week Dylan was conceived, I was in Paris gorging myself on red wine and espresso, and the weekend after (before I knew I was pregnant, obviously) was spent in Nashville with Buffistas drinking entirely too many Jack&soda's. He turned out just fine.

And I am JZ wrt cutting out coffee during the first and second trimester -- I didn't do it intentionally, but I couldn't stand the smell until about month 5. I did drink a lot of tea to settle my stomach (but usually only one cup of real tea in the morning and then mint or lemon the rest of the day).

I am so mean.

Our Women and Religion prof was out on Tuesday due to a family emergency. We had a test scheduled for tomorrow, so in our online classroom there has been all kinds of speculation about whether or not the test would still happen. Mostly it's been, "Well, she can't still give the test, because we didn't get our review period" and the such. Um, kids? She distributed a study guide last week. What more do you want?

So, about 15 minutes ago, the prof posted in the announcements section of the classroom that the test will go on tomorrow as planned. It will be given by a proctor. My classmates are FREAKING out. This is so unfair and unjust! I think I'm going to walk away from the classroom for the rest of the night, because soon I'm going to tell them all to grow up!

Yeah, it freaks me out and makes me a little sad--I'm like "Hmm, I'm 30, and have no partner, so the likelihood of children in the near future is small...eep?"

This. Although - 34 here.

I'm very glad that I haven't had any craving to have kids, though; I like kids, I think I'd make (in some respects) a good mum, and if I were in a relationship with someone I loved and trusted and all that and pregnancy happened, that would be fine. But lacking that scenario, I'm good with just having the cat, who is plenty of responsibility his own self. If the mothering impulse eventually kicks in, then I think adoption is a fine option.

The week Dylan was conceived, I was in Paris gorging myself on red wine and espresso, and the weekend after (before I knew I was pregnant, obviously) was spent in Nashville with Buffistas drinking entirely too many Jack&soda's. He turned out just fine.

I was in Las Vegas a few weeks before I found out I was pregnant with Owen.

I was having a cigarette when my stick turned blue.

I was having a cigarette when my stick turned blue.

::sits next to Aimee, as usual::

the weekend after (before I knew I was pregnant, obviously) was spent in Nashville with Buffistas drinking entirely too many Jack&soda's.

That was a good weekend. Except for the bar running out of Jack Daniel's. That was no good.

The week Dylan was conceived, I was in Paris gorging myself on red wine and espresso, and the weekend after (before I knew I was pregnant, obviously) was spent in Nashville with Buffistas drinking entirely too many Jack&soda's. He turned out just fine.

my bro and SIL were at an all inclusive resort when my niece was conceived. They were drunk for basically an entire week straight.

Except for the bar running out of Jack Daniel's. That was no good.

UNACCEPTABLE.

Factoring trinomials is UNACCEPTABLE.