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.

I was having a cigarette when my stick turned blue.

So much less distrubing coming from a woman.

Huh.

Possibly, just maybe, whether or not we can afford a second child may not longer be an issue.

I think it was here rather than in Natter where I mentioned our Schrodinger's Inheritance--basically, some stock from a relative of DH's, only we don't know if it's even still there because of complicated family issues that I haven't been talking about because I feel like it's not really my story to tell.

We STILL don't know for sure if it's there, but it's looking more likely. We should know for sure in a month or two. And, here's the amazing part, we'd thought it was 1000 shares of a particular stock. Turns out from what the lawyers and accountants are saying that splits since the will was written are factored in. 1000 shares would've been, roughly, DH's current annual gross income. With the splits, it's currently worth something like 2.5 times our *joint* current gross.

If it's there--if--we'd suddenly be completely out of debt, we'd have a substantial college fund for AB and any potential sibling, and we'd have an impressive down payment ready as soon as we decide to buy a house. We wouldn't be rich, but we'd go from struggling to solid financial shape overnight.

I'm not really going to believe it's there unless and until it actually is, but it's just SUCH a strange feeling--both the idea of having our financial problems solved all at once and having it come through an inheritance. Coming from a blue collar background like I do, I just never thought of big inheritances as something that happened to real people in real life nowadays, you know? I mean, it's not like we would've earned it. And it's oil money. It's there because some of DH's ancestors happened to live in the part of OK where oil was discovered ~100 years ago. Talk about random.

But, you know, still not definite. And they haven't completely sorted out the splits, and it may be that only part of the stock is there...and I'll just be glad when we know.