Monday, February 7, 2011

So much to do, so little time.

I've gotten in over my head, I'm barely treading water. It's sad to me that I'm actually looking forward to labor because it means that I wont have to worry about anything else going on in my life. I'm up to my ears in graduate work, preparing for my sub in my classroom, and oh yeah, having a baby.

Disclaimer: I'm a mom, if you don't want to read about my kids, stop reading now.

Kate had an asthma attack on Friday. There is nothing worse than watching your child struggle to breathe and hear her wheezing all night long. Her medicine works most of the time, but Friday night was just plain awful. On top of not being able to breathe well, she was also running a fever because her body was working so hard. But, on a positive note, she's been eating dairy quite regularly for the past month or so with no allergic reactions, so we're happy! One less thing to worry about.

My midwife told me last week that she was not allowing me to return to work after February vacation. It really only adds one week to my leave, so it doesn't mess up Nik and I very much, but things at school are still very much up in the air. My sub is not official yet and I'm not sure I'll have a final answer by the time I leave. We think we know, but we don't know, you know? So many factors play into it, that I can't get into here. We shall see, I guess.

Is it possible to have prepartum depression? I think I have it, or I'm close to it. I need a pedicure. I need a girls night out. I need to laugh. Don't get me wrong, I'm seriously excited about this baby. I can't wait to meet him or her and give them a name. I want to meet the little one that completes our family. Anyone out there in the blogosphere ever feel like I do?

Okay, now don't go feeling all sorry for me, I'm FINE. Sometimes it's just good to get things off your chest. I'll go back to being the happy me in just a few minutes.