Sunday, May 30, 2010

{PP} The Blues

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.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

{PP} The Bump

I am really surprised at how different the baby bump can be at this stage. My aunt (uncle's wife, she's 5 years older than me) is preggers and her due date is only 6 days before mine. It's pretty fun having someone close through this at the same time, especially because I think of her as more of a friend than a relative. Her bump is huge! She has had 2 other children, but wow, she looks at least 6 months pregnant. I have been sure not to tell her this, but then I got thinking about all the pregnant women I see walking on the street. Maybe they are 14 weeks along, only think they have gained a few pounds and will end up on that TLC show, "I didn't know I was pregnant" or they are 42 weeks going for a walk to start this baby moving.

Liam wants to feel the baby kick. I think it will make it more real for him. He's been reading the Expectant Father, I've been reading it when he's out of the house. I'm not sure if he's falling in line with the books predictions of feelings or following their suggestions. But even after the ultrasounds and doppler readings feeling the kick will make it feel like the real deal. There are other things we never thought we would do, like those loco people that strapped Mozart to their stomachs in the thought that it would make their baby smarter or other crazy things, but after reading the books it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. This isn't in order to make the baby smarter, I'm more interested in getting the baby to be calm, stop crying and go to sleep. Songs played in the womb or recordings of the mother's heartbeat are more likely to get newborn babies to stop crying and calm down. I'm all for trying that trick!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Stuck in my head

I have been singing this song for the past 2 days. I love Christmas and I'm trying to get Liam to have a Christmas in July party. We'll see how it goes.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I'm back

Crazy thing happened on the way to the exam...but that's beside the point. I decided to keep it down until our journal competition was over. Now that that is all over now, I'm back and blogging stronger than ever.

Updates:
  1. Flew out to be with Liam for almost 3 weeks. YAY!
  2. I'm now in my 2nd trimester! Liam and I had another ultrasound, just because. They are super cheap here, only about $100 and the machine is newer then the one the Dr. used in the US. It was so amazing to see that our little bean now looks like a fully formed human! Arms, legs, head, finger, toes, all of it and so much movement. The baby was all over the place having a ball. It was weird to see Z doing all of that and then not be able to feel any of it. I'm still a little freaked out about that part of pregnancy. I just keep thinking of that scene in Alien. Most times you feel something wriggling around inside of you, you've just become the host to some crazy alien species that's going to make its way out of you any which way it can. I'm sure I'll get over it.
  3. Started working at my internship. So far so good, they have me working on things most summer associates don't get to work on, at least that's what they have said. I'm still a bit scared of screwing up, but trying to make a good impression. It would certainly take the pressure off of OCI in August. My quest for a suit that will disguise my 6 mo belly has begun. So far I haven't popped at all. My stomach doesn't look any bigger than it did before, so maybe it won't be too hard to disguise.
  4. Summer school starts next week, but it's nice to have a few days where I have nothing to do. I am cherishing this time, sleeping as much as possible and letting Liam pamper me.
  5. Visiting the hospital where Z will be born. It's pretty swanky and without health insurance it will cost us $3,000. This is for a private room, 3 nights in the hospital, room service (no hospital food here, an actual menu and on-demand food service), lactation specialist, the works. I'll take pictures when we go again. Now I just have to convince my OB/GYN to let me fly at 35w 6d.
  6. We have been given a high chair, crib and as many outside large plastic house/kitchen/trucks as we can fit in our front yard. Of course we're happy for all of these things, but Liam and I are pumped to buy baby clothes, bouncy seats, bottles, etc.
I'm back now. I definitely missed posting!

Monday, May 10, 2010

That's what overconfidence gets you

I won't say I bombed this exam, but it seemed a lot trickier than the old exams I worked through. I'm interested to see how I do. That said, I can't really bring myself to worry about it. Property is on Thursday and that's going to be a doozey. I'm so looking forward to blowing this popsicle stand, laying around the house, completing the Write On, hanging out with all of our friends. I'm thinking write on will be a bit easier, particularly because I can't drink! It certainly helps concentration when you aren't drinking or recovering from a hangover. 3 days until 1L is over. I seem to be slowly erasing this year from my mind. It's a bit like the Langoliers. At this point, I'm up to the mini course we had to complete before the official beginning of the semester. If I still manage to retain the beginning of the semester before my exam it will be a miracle. By the time summer classes are over I'll be like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates. 1L? What's that?

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Took my final final practice exam

and now I'm taking a little time to reflect. I was actually surprised by how many issues I spotted and managed to explain in my answer. It makes me excited and feeling ready for tomorrow. I may just go to a movie and do some outline review tomorrow and not try to freak. I'm feeling pretty good about this one and I hope it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass!

In other news, this summer is going to be very interesting. I'll have 6 weeks of work and 8 weeks of summer school. I'm debating on whether I should take an Arabic course as well. I may try to find a summer job for when I'm in back in the US, which would help with money saving for next year. I'll also have to cram in doctor's visits and visits to the family at least a couple of times a month. It should be fun times and the last real "free" summer I'll have for a very very long time. I'm going to make the best of it even though I can't drink. It certainly puts a damper on margarita Mondays with the girls.

I still can't believe I'm almost 1/3 of the way through law school. I just have to make like Thomas the Tank Engine and tell myself "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!"

Toot Toot!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

T - 2 days to Torts

It's all about application. I'm going over old exams, reading the fact patterns, picking out the issues and writing essays. They aren't perfect, but pretty close to the best exam answers from last year. All semester Torts was my favorite class, I paid attention, and took great notes. I am trying to find something else to do with this class. I read over my outline again, went through flashcards and even more sample questions. There is a roadblock now. Maybe I should go grocery shopping, since I have condiments, cereal (no milk), and cheese in my fridge. Plus, I'm craving a Swiss Cake roll and a BLT.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

{PP} Wtf is up with the weeks?

I'm still very confused about this whole thing. Some websites/nurses/people say I'm 10 weeks, while others say I'm 11 weeks. How do I know which one is right? These will actually be a pretty big deal come the time for my to fly back to Liam in October. If I'm 36 weeks that could screw up my flight plans, but 35 weeks seems to be less scary for the airlines. I'll also have to convince my OB/GYN to let me go. She can't actually keep me from leaving, but I'm going to need that doctor's note. I'm hoping maybe I can just pull off a baggy sweatshirt and I won't have any issues. I also plan on flying business class for the big trip back (thanks airmiles!) and they tend to be nicer to b-class passengers.

Other than trying to figure out how many weeks along I am, I'm trying to figure out if I actually have a belly or I'm eating too many bowls of cereal. Now that I have an excuse to be getting bigger my motivation to work out other than my 3x/wk with my trainer is totally out the window.

In other news, being away from each other seems to be taking its toll on Liam. Tonight was a big ball that most of our friends were attending. We usually went to these a few times a year and because of my lightweightness and inability to stay up past 12am, we always left by 11. I know for a fact that Liam was quite the nightowl before he met me. I would literally fall asleep on the couch every night when we lived together at about 9pm. He would have to wake me up and practically carry me up to bed. Such a great hubby! Anyway back to the ball, he left early at about 11pm. We talked via skype for about 45 minutes and then he fell asleep. These were the conversations he informed me about that took place during the meal.

(Jim pre-ordered steak for Liam, but he wanted to have fish instead)

Jim(Liam's boss and good friend): Some poor vegetarian is going to end up with the steak because you took the fish instead.

Liam: Why would a vegetarian order fish? That's not being a vegetarian.

Jim: Vegetarians eat fish.

Liam: No, they don't.

Other people at the table chiming in: All the vegetarians we know eat fish.

Liam: Well then they are lying and aren't freaking vegetarians.

Back and forth. back and forth. Jim's wife, Anna jumps in.

Anna: Liam's right, vegetarians don't eat fish.

Everyone grumblingly accepts it.


Later in the evening while the boring speakers were being introduced Liam may have made fun of them and one of the other wives at the table called him bitter. Liam's reply was "I'm so bitter I could teach a lemon a trick or two." Now this could be part of the reason why Liam left early. No one wants people to gang up on them, but I also know how he gets when I'm not around.

Every time I go back to visit, everyone pulls me aside and tells me how miserable he is when I'm away. They say he's mopey, doesn't smile or laugh nearly as much and doesn't really hang out with everyone as much as he does when I'm around. I'm so happy this year is almost over. It's hard when you know how much not being there has an adverse effect on someone else's presence. Before he met me, Liam would have been out and about until all hours of the night and practically doing the worm on the dance floor. Now, he's withdrawn, mopey and just wants to spend most of his time in front of the computer talking to me. While it may seem like a weird thing for me to say I don't like my husband missing me, I don't want him to stop participating in his life because I'm gone. I don't have a life, I have school, talking to him, and sleeping. That takes up pretty much all 24 hours of my life. Liam has work and then he comes home to the house that's totally empty, talks to me and then goes to bed. I keep telling him to golf more, go back to German, join the sailing club, but he doesn't want that to take away from our talking time. It makes me sad that I've had a part in making him unhappy by not being there.

We only have 6 weeks of separation to get through this summer, 8 weeks in the fall, and 8 weeks in the spring. I don't know what next summer will hold, but now it's more and more likely I would try to spend that time as an intern/summer associate (if they set up the program for me) in the middle east. I was thinking of maybe applying to be a S.A. in DE, NYC, or London next summer, but I don't think Liam would handle being separated from me and the baby for 4 months solid.

Living apart has been hard, in some ways a lot harder than we thought it would be, but in other ways easier. This was the year we needed to get through and we made it. After this it's only short bursts of separation, the most being 8 weeks at least for the next year. My final year, I hope to be able to study abroad in Europe (only a 6 hour flight) and then complete a short course of sorts for my final semester. I honestly don't know how people in the military do it and with the added pressure of mortal danger. I have that much more respect for anyone who has to go through that. I can't wait to fly out next week and see him again and I'm glad we don't have to go through another year of this. We made it through, but it certainly hasn't been pretty. Almost one year down, 2 to go.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Civ-Day

In 15 hours this exam will be over for better or for worse. After a 10 hour group study session that entailed going over the stupid fact pattern, past exams, and any ridiculous question we could come up with, I just want this over. I want Civ Pro out of my mind and I don't want to have to think about it until BarBri.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Is 8 hours enough?

Is that enough studying during finals time? I went to an Italian potluck at a friend's house. I sort of felt like I was cheating on law school, but the stuffed shells and strawberry short cake (not Italian, but I wasn't complaining). I got over that feeling pretty quickly. Only 11 more days until this hellish hell is over.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

{PP} Clothing Blowout

I wear about 10 articles of clothing. I wash and remix and match all of these things. This means that I don't really have much leeway when it comes to things not fitting. You can see where a problem is brewing. Old Navy is having a pretty awesome sale right now and with Liam's blessing and credit card, I bought a crap load of maternity clothes. I had to buy clothes for this summer to wear to the firm, clothes for the freaking hot ass summer in the desert and swamp country. This was the most I have spent on clothes in one shot ever, but these will be all of the maternity clothes I'll ever need. I got 22 shirt, different sizes (my boobs are going to be huge) and colors, plus some nursing ones for later. 3 jersey dresses, 7 bottoms (skirts, jeans, shorts) later, I'm done with all my shopping for me for about the next year. Even better, everything came to about $10/item. I am pumped about my purchases and excited about seeing everything. As I may have mentioned before, I hate shopping. Online shopping is about as close as I come to enjoying it. The last item of clothing I bought without being prompted or forced by Liam was probably a shirt in September for the VMAs, so this was a big step for me.

My favorite new addition to my wardrobe.

I'm looking forward to being able to fill out all of my new clothes and pretty much dreading my boobs getting any bigger. They are big to begin with, but I have a feeling this is going to get ridiculous. It's always a bit annoying when you have a buy a shirt 2 sizes larger then the rest of your body needs just because your sweater chickens can't stop being a nuisance. Anyway, back to Fact Patterning and trying not to fall asleep.