Work, light though it is, and PhD has turned out to be a bad idea for right now, 8 months pregnant. And I don't mean that in a look-at-me-I'm-doing-so-much kind of way. I mean it as Advice to Anyone Who is Listening: Don't do it. The consequences are being grumpy and tired, which are stupid consequences to take on, unless you really have to. I'm just really bad at giving up, so I'll press on until April 11, the day I hope to submit my ethics application and my midwife comes over to check out our not-very-zen home birthing environment. After April 11, I'm not sure what I'll do. Probably a lot, but hopefully not.
I just re-read this paragraph and it sounded like I'm busier than I am. Life is still very good, there's just not the space for reading or thinking or dreaming or knitting or trying new things. Which I have in common with many pregnant moms, work or PhD or not, I suspect.
Eug is working on the bathroom and I've decided DIY-spectating is really painful. If you ask Eug, I think he'd say DIY-doing is also pretty painful. Right now I'm useful only as a babysitter - wait, I guess that's called mother. We haven't showered in two weeks, so I'm really grateful that I don't wash my hair (or my body much), because despite growing up washing my hair in tubs, I look back on those days of bathtub hair washing with horror.
Here are cool pictures to reward you for making it this far:
|Lastly, the shower before|
|And Now. The washing machine has since been hooked up.|
|And Noah: Not washing diapers anymore (for the past 4 weeks, and for the next 4 weeks before Tiny blob arrives) is heaven. Elimination Communication keeps looking better.|
Soon, there will be AFTER pictures! Exciting times- please stay tuned.