Up until Tuesday morning I felt like a balloon in a room of pins. I thought for sure I was done for. But, I've safely deflated and I can now say that I AM DONE WITH SLCC!!! After a whole weekend and 6 straight hours of work on Monday, I finished all my finals and projects and so far am coming out on top. I have one grade in already that's an "A", I'm just waiting for the others. I've had two days now where I've been able to do whatever I wanted after work. Yesterday I went Christmas shopping and today I kidnapped my mom and bugged her all afternoon. I'm not really sure what to do with myself. No, I can no longer use homework as an excuse to get out of Cory's dog house for not doing anything around the house. But on the bright side, soon I'll be able to use the pregnancy excuse! MUAHAHAHA!!! Alright, I'll save that one for special occasions. Either way, I'm really excited to be done and not always have a stress headache. Friends, beware! I'll start to bug you again from now on.
I promised myself that I wouldn't always blog about pregnancy things because it gets really old, but since I'm claiming free reign today, here's some things I've experienced lately:
I'm hungry ALL THE TIME. I'm going to eat us out of house and home! I've always had a large appetite, so you can imagine how disastrous this must be!
The other day my mom asked me to sing a song with her while she was playing the piano. It's a sad song already entitled, "You Would Have Loved This" that reminds me of my Aunt Kim and Adrianne. But in the middle I just started bawling!! The tears were suddenly just there, without any warning at all. I didn't even have that painful lump in the throat first. BAM! Here's some tears. It was weird.
I can tell which kids have showered and which ones haven't. Not my favorite part of the day.
I'm becoming less and less awake each time I need to wake up in the middle of the night to, um... you know. Maybe this will be the start of a beautiful relationship between myself and sleep-walking. As long as I don't make any messes, how bad could it be?
Everything annoys the crap out of me.
I had someone pat my belly the other day, even though it's not really a tummy yet, and I almost cried.
I'm getting maternity clothes for Christmas, even though I won't need them quite yet. I can tell you this, they may be comfy but I am so not looking forward to being huge.
I love every pregnant woman I see. I just want to hug them and freak out over the exciting yet miserable time we're both experiencing and bond. But I don't, because that's just creepy.
Cory has been so sweet to me and has already been so helpful. He's seriously the best.
I want to write more but I'm hungry again (surprise, surprise) and should probably go make something before I phase into my other form. Hell hath no fury like a hungry Megan.