Classes began last week, but I didn't have any. My classes begin tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it at all. I've come to the realization that the window where I will have absolutely nothing to do is slowly snapping shut. If Z comes when we think, I will have exactly 31 days over the next 6 months when I'm not working, in class or traveling. That is a bit scary. Now all of the horror stories about childbirth are a bit harder to ignore. Watching childbirth scenes in movies or on TV is definitely a little scarier than before. I'm trying to sign up for one of those hypnobirthing courses, but they are all full. Who knew you needed to book a child birthing class before you got pregnant. I'm not sure if it will work, but I'll certainly give it a shot. And if it doesn't work, I will certainly be requesting an epidural loudly.
P.S. There are too many birthing shows out there. So many baby shows, baby stories, newborn adventures, and so on and I need to stop watching them. Pronto! I also need my mother to stop telling me how horrible her labor was with me. Wow mom thanks, I thought you were supposed to be reassuring and comforting, nope.
EDIT: Where can I get a suit nice enough for on campus recruiting that will fit me at 26 weeks? I'm hoping I won't be HUGE by then and keep pace with my growth so far. I'm looking online and all I see are casual work clothes not actual suits.
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