Sheesh. Get a new blog, have a paper due, have tons of reading and three interviews all in the same week. How’s a girl supposed to find time to tinker with her new toy when she’s up til midnight writing about the constitutionality of school wide drug screening, and trying to memorize the alma maters of ten potential interviewers???
On the plus side, this week has flown by, and I’m now very nearly at the most fabulous stage of 25 weeks pregnant. Only a few more to go until viability is pretty well assured, and then we start ticking down the days. I shudder at the thought of child care for two, but then remember the shell curve of a tiny newborn ear. I whimper and tear up when I think of the sleep deprivation, and then firmly turn my thoughts to toothless smiles and the little frog baby leg tuck thing they do when they’re newly arrived and still want to be all fetal and curled up. Which reminds me, I just thought I’d tell you that Jack has taken to tucking his legs up and essentially kneeling on my big belly these days whenever I pick him up. Which I think is kind of cute, while also being madly uncomfortable. Angus the Fetus (not his real name) will frequently sock his brother in the knees. I don’t think Jack notices.
The Professor is still hard at work on his dissertation. If I don’t get a job, I plan on taking Jack on a great big lovely road trip during the month of May, seeing friends and getting out of The Professor’s hair, while he polishes up The Work of Staggering Genius. If I do get a job, then we don’t know what we’re going to do but we’ll have a couple of months to sort it out. I’m a parent of almost-two, and I still live much of my life flying by the seat of my pants.
This mother of almost-two is weary, and going to bed. Before I go, I have to decide whether to call Bossy Dog to come and join us in the bedroom on his dog bed, or to leave him as he is – butt on the back of the couch, head on the seat of the couch, sound asleep. How this can be comfortable I do not know, but I think I’ll probably leave the little guy to his whacked out sleeping position, and go assume my own.