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Excuse me whilst I shed a major tear for the end of the football season. I hate knowing that there are like 6 months now, filled with sports I don’t care about, before it all begins again. Tragic, really. The Super Bowl today was kind of a boring game until the last 4 minutes of the 4th quarter when it got exciting. I’m happy for my husband since he’s a lifelong Giants fan, I’m a little sad for myself that I will have to hear more taunting about whose team has been to/won the Super Bowl more recently. He was just coming down off of his high from winning several years ago.

Don’t hate me, but I totally didn’t hate the halftime show. I mean, I didn’t love a lot of the middle of it, but Madonna was surprisingly good considering what I expected and considering the past several years’ performers.

The commercials were just…meh. I really liked the m&ms one (which I’m sure surprises no one) and found the Drew Brees one adorable, but otherwise, I was not terribly impressed.

Since I’m on a football kick, this is probably one of my favorite posts I’ve written for Babble, check it out if you have a chance: 11 Ways Pregnancy is Just Like Football…

We had brunch with my in-laws today, which was nicer than anticipated. They seem to be excited and interested in the baby, so conversations are a little easier. They do however, have a very different understanding of our finances than is realistic, so they make suggestions for purchases and I have to stifle laughter. Um, no, we cannot buy a 600 dollar chair. Not today, not next year, not for a long long time. Even if it would work perfectly. I also never want to discuss breastfeeding with my MIL ever again please.

It seems that Southern California has opted to skip winter this year. This is unfortunate since all my maternity shirts are long or 3/4 sleeved. I am hot every single day and there is really not a lot I can do about it. I looked at Target and they almost no short sleeved shirts and the ones they had were cut too low to be work appropriate. And because spring is coming all the short sleeved shirts at Gap are super expensive. I miss the cold weather and not being absurdly hot all the time.

We have had a MONSTER (clean) laundry pile on our bedroom floor for almost a month. This should bother me, it does not.

My cat’s new favorite thing ever is to go tearing up the stairs and jump right into the crib. He is also a big fan of removing all the stuffed animals we are storing in the crib from the crib so that he has a room full of toys. This adjustment is going to be rough to say the very least.

We walked through the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica which is basically a nice outdoor mall that stretches several blocks. In this area there were like 800 different street performers and truly, the only one that made me even want to consider stopping and watching was a kid, maybe 10 years old, who was doing yo-yo tricks.

I have another long week ahead, which is a bummer. Not this weekend but next weekend is a 3 day weekend and I am really, seriously looking forward to it. Especially with as quickly as today went. I feel like I got half a weekend, which is unfortunate because I really, really love weekends.

And since I have an early morning ahead, I’m going to call it a night.

So, for starters, this is my first blog post from my new computer. My computer was dying a horrendously painful death and since we have been talking about buying me a new one for weeks, we bit the bullet and bought it today. It is really really pretty. And while I have pined after the MacBook Air for years, the Pro was the better call in terms of function and price, and so I am writing this from behind a very shiny 13 inch MacBook Pro. I love it.

The transfer has gone alarmingly smoothly except for my emails. Which did not show up. So after a bit of a communication cluster with my husband, I am now importing every email ever, instead of the ones I had on my old computer. Apparently we can fix this once they all finish importing, but it’s been an hour and I’m only up to 2008 on one account and 2009 on three others. So, that’s fun.

I also met my mom, sister and aunt today for a day of fun. We went shoe shopping (I got one pair of extremely practical, not very cute work shoes), had afternoon tea (which was insanely delicious) and then got pedicures. It was just a really lovely afternoon with the girls. Meanwhile my husband was super-husband and cleaned and organized all the things. He did mention tonight that our house would be a lot cleaner if I didn’t live here. And the sad thing is, it’s totally true. I am a slob. I am also totally at peace with this.

The baby will not kick for my mom. He is so taking after his mother.

The lady at the pedicure place mistook my sister and me for twins today. Granted, we did accidentally do our hair the exact same way (bang braid into a bun with a side part…), but we’ve almost never even been mistaken for sisters let alone twins. It was pretty funny.

My cat apparently jumped up into the lap of my husband’s friend today. And then, because he is an idiot, proceeded to hiss at our friend, but did not get off of his lap. I really do not know how he’s going to handle a baby. I have a feeling he’s going to add an extra fun layer of stress. The nursery door will be closed 100% of the time the baby is in there, for his own safety.

It was 79 degrees today. In January. I miss winter. I know others of you are living in snow and ice and stuff, but dude, I’d kill for just like mid-60s. I have no summer clothes that fit over my girth right now.

I don’t wanna get up tomorrow morning and go to clinic. I really like clinic, but the getting up part is just SO not appealing to me at all right now. Granted, my ability to sleep in is becoming more and more compromised, but this is the cat’s fault, primarily. Even still, the difference between getting up at 6:15 and getting up at 7:30 is pretty vast. At least in my mind. Which is all that matters.

Alright, I’m done for the night, I still have a little work to do for my clinical tomorrow and sleep is what I want the most, so that’s what I’m going to do now. Have a lovely week!

Today I faced one of my greatest fears: the prospect of a 49ers/Patriots Super Bowl. I would either have had to not watch it, or morally compromise myself and root for one of the 2 NFL teams I hate the most. Luckily, the Giants pulled through and saved me. My husband is also quite happy, I’m just glad I can now root against the Patriots without distraction. I wish it was the Cowboys or the Saints, but at least it’s not the 49ers.

This weekend we drove to Heather’s house to celebrate Annie’s 2nd birthday. It was a lovely party, more well decorated and kept to theme than any event I have ever attended (it was Yo Gabba Gabba!) and the cake was amazing. Plus, it was really nice to see several of my friends again. We live just far enough away that we need an occasion to visit and this was a great one.

I have eaten the same thing for breakfast for two weeks and essentially the same thing for dinner 3 nights in a row. And each time it is the most delicious meal ever. Pregnancy is weird.

On the one hand, being 25 weeks pregnant doesn’t sound that far along, on the other hand, only having 15 weeks to go sounds like not very much time at all. I think things are about to get real here very soon. The nursery still isn’t finished and I still haven’t had any legitimate cravings or any desire to do anything that remotely resembles nesting (nesting is way too close to cleaning for me). My husband continues to have severe nesting issues that amuse me.

My mom is finally coming home tomorrow. She’s been on a cruise from Florida to South America since nearly 2 weeks ago. You know what’s fun? Having your mom on a cruise while there is a major cruise related accident in the news. Not stressful at all. She’s off the boat now and just has a flight between her and being home safely.

A branch of my family had to go through something truly lousy last week. I can’t/won’t elaborate for their privacy, but any good thoughts you have are most appreciated. They are such lovely people and deserve only good things, I’ve been so sad to see them go through this. Hopefully this is the end of the rough stuff for them and the start of calm.

Trader Joe’s Pfeffernusse. That is all.

On Wednesday my CI called in sick because her 2 year old son was on day 3 of a stomach virus. She came in on Friday and reported that she felt nauseous all day long, but worked through it. I avoided physical contact with her, washed my hands obsessively and am sure I’m fine. But she also brought in banana bread she baked at home the night her son puked 11 times and offered it to people. And to my surprise ALL of my other coworkers ate it. I came up with a polite excuse. I do not eat stomach flu bread, even if it looks totally delicious.

I have recently learned that many women puke during labor. This fact may keep me up at night.

I have to do my glucose tolerance test this week. I am…concerned. If there was any justice in the world, I would totally end up diabetic because I eat so much sugar it’s absurd, but I am really hoping for a world free from justice and where I only have to drink that orange crap once because I pass. Either way, I will survive and do what I need to for this baby, but seriously, I’d like to pass.

I desperately want to see Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, but I have no one to see it with and I’m unsure if seeing it alone is a wise idea. We need to move closer to people I know and like.

This weekend has gone by way too quickly, but it’s now 8pm and I need to spend the next hour getting ready for the week ahead. Here’s to hoping for another week without passing out, without anyone in my house puking and with lots of sleep-filled nights. I mean for you guys too, obviously.

3 day weekend. 3 DAY WEEKEND. I’m so happy that I don’t have to work tomorrow. I like my clinical a lot, but I like my weekends more. I don’t know if I will ever prefer to go to work than to lay around the house, I highly doubt it.

So, my cat hates me now. I think he knows about the baby and I think he’s mad. He ADORES my husband. Like, literally as soon as my husband’s ass hits any surface, my cat is on his lap. And he will sleep there for hours. The only time I get any cat love is when my husband is gone for a very long time and my cat is desperate. And even then, it’s not usually for very long. Conversely, my husband’s cat adores me now, which is weird since she’s normally a wretched bitch.

Most of today was spent cleaning, sorting, moving and building things around the house. Though we have 2 bedrooms, we definitely didn’t plan on making the office to nursery transition so soon, so trying to find somewhere to put all the furniture that used to be in the office has been a challenge. Most of it is now in the garage because we just really need the space.

We downsized our bookcase from a HUGE one to a very small one, that I built tonight. And when I was 1 step from finishing, I realized that I put the bottom shelf on upside down, so the unfinished side was looking up. And while it totally never would’ve bothered me, my husband was clearly not on board. So I had to take out like 8 little nails and several screws to fix it. There may have been some serious swearing involved.

My husband today swept the garage (which we never go into) and the patio (which we never go out onto). I literally cannot tell you the last time he swept the bathroom with the cat litter in it. But I’m so glad our garage is now clean. Sometimes his OCD makes zero sense to me.

We did our baby registry today. It took several hours and then several more making about 30 changes to it at home via the internet, but it seems to be mostly done. We did have to make a separate wish list on Amazon because the stroller we chose is not available at Babies R Us. We may end up buying it for ourselves, but that’s a risk we’re willing to take. It’s a really great stroller.

Related: baby stuff is really, really expensive.

After writing last week about waiting for the other shoe to drop, like 3 hours later it kind of did. I was awakened at 1am to the sound of my husband puking, which by the way, is the worst thing I’ve ever woken up to. He appears to have had food poisoning and is now fully recovered, but it was not a pleasant night for either of us. He hadn’t puked in 15 years, I am terrified of puke. We were both pretty miserable.

I really haven’t had any true cravings so far in pregnancy, but I have gotten into food ruts. My current ones are cinnamon and citrus. I bought orange cinnamon rolls last week and almost died from happiness.

Alright, I am tired and have nothing left for you guys. Except a picture of the Shmo in his new bed.

Despite my usual hesitance for the week to start, I’m actually kind of okay with tomorrow being Monday. Aside from the nearly losing consciousness issue, I had a good first week of my clinical and this week I’ll only be in the NICU on Wednesday, so my stress level is pretty low. Also, working from 8 to 5 is SO much nicer than the 8 to 6:30 I was doing last semester. And even though I’m not a morning person 7:30 to 4:30 is kind of glorious.

The only not so glorious part is that I have a small assignment due on Wednesday. It’s not graded per se, but instead of requiring me to do a major inservice for my clinical like most offices do, they’re having me do biweekly write ups of diagnoses I see in clinic or the hospital. It’s much less stress, it’s just a bit more busy work.

In an attempt to get my eating in better control before the upcoming glucose tolerance test later this month, I’m making real food to take for lunch this week. It’s more annoying tonight, but I’m hoping I’ll be grateful when I have good lunches to eat and a little more protein in my diet. We’ll see how long this lasts, but hopefully a little while.

Sometimes I start sentences on these posts, look up at the tv, come back and have NO idea what I was going to tell you.

My husband is totally afraid of the fact that you can now see the baby kick. I think it’s hilarious both to watch and to watch him freak out.

This was a seriously interesting football weekend. I was pretty ambivalent about the Texans/Bengals game and the Giants/Falcons, but the Saints victory was awesome and the Broncos victory was…shocking. I really can only imagine how amazing the Broncos would be if Tebow was a fullback and they had a real quarterback. They would be amazing.

The baby has been killing my cervix today. Every time I try to gently push him up a little bit, he kicks like crazy. Apparently he’s comfortable where he is, thankyouverymuch.

There is a possibility that we could go to the Saints/49ers playoff game next weekend. I feel like it’s one of those once in a lifetime opportunities and I am hesitant to not push ahead with it. Even if it ends up being kind of pricey.

I am very low on things to share with you guys this week, which I think is because I’ve written more than usual lately and because I’ve been pretty extra active on twitter while being really inactive in my real life.

My cat’s food aggression has reached totally new levels of craziness. He will not be deterred and he will cut any bitch that gets in his way. This week he has stollen a Ritz cracker, french fries, an entire muffin that was easily the size of his head and has snuck in and eaten at least half of Karma’s food this week. I really don’t even know how to handle him. Good thing I love him a lot, even though he has totally started to love my husband WAY more than me.

Alright, it has taken me 2 full hours to get this typed out (I have been multi-tasking) and I need to be heading to bed relatively soon. I hope we all have a nice, low stress week.

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a nice holiday season. And all of you who have to take down decorations have my deepest sympathy. Also, this is why I don’t decorate.

Tomorrow we get the first piece of baby furniture for the office that is being converted to a nursery. We’re very fortunate that we’re getting a beautiful crib and dresser set from my sister-in-law, but it has also necessitated an early conversion from office to nursery, which has caused my husband a lot of stress. We’re currently testing the office furniture in the living/dining room and I think I actually like the dvd shelves in the dining room, I’m undecided on the desk.

My husband also invited his mother to “swing by” tomorrow. She’s currently (as usual) on my shit list for laughing at our holiday card. It would be fine if she laughed at the typo, but instead she is laughing at us because we included the baby on the card. You guys, my feelings about this woman are getting more and more intense. And they are not good.

My sister-in-law’s email has a virus, so I keep getting really inappropriate emails from her. It’s…entertaining.

The Cowboys officially did not make it to the playoffs. I am shocked to my core. Not. They didn’t deserve to make it to the playoffs this year, though I’d say Romo put up a good effort considering how many times he’s been injured in the past 2 years. My allegiance is now fully with the Saints. I’d love another Saints Super Bowl win, and watching the Saints break all these records the past few weeks has been tons of fun.

My cat scratched me on the throat last night. I was breaking up a fight between the cats, my cat was all crazy and well, it’s not pretty. And I start my clinical on Tuesday, so that’ll be a nice first impression.

Also, I start my clinical on Tuesday. GAH. This has been the fastest 3 weeks of my entire life. I feel like there was just no real vacation in there. There were (wonderful, fun) trips and errands and car rides and more errands. Only in the past 2 days have I actually gotten to relax and be lazy. And tomorrow will be occupied with family dropping by and laundry. Woe. I don’t want to go back. I mean, I want to try this new setting and I want to be closer to graduation, but I’m really, really going to miss my couch and sleep and low stress life.

I never went and tried out the other stroller this week. I discovered that the store in a town that I thought was close to us is in fact not really close at all. 45 minutes is too far to drive one way to try a stroller. I’ll just go to one of the 10 stores near where my sister is next time I visit her.

Today has been a weird day of internet conflict. And a lot of eye rolling. And A LOT of bad grammar.

I am finding myself suddenly exhausted. I think it’s time for me to retire from the computer for the night. Apologies for all who have to go to work tomorrow and high fives for the rest of us who get to stay home. Have a safe week everyone.

Okay first, barring a complete life meltdown, I will blog 5 days this week. Seriously. I almost promise. I have big plans guys, big plans. Including posting our Holiday card tomorrow in Meghan’s 4th Annual Bloggy Holiday Card Exchange. Except that for you guys I went ahead and changed my stupid stupid typo so that the card says Happy HolidayS instead of Happy Holiday. All my friends receiving cards will be forced to choose a holiday this year. Because I am awesome.

I am finished eating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, at least for the duration of this pregnancy. I can handle a lot of spice, but these just do not agree with my body anymore. Which is kind of sad.

Speaking of pregnancy, which, yes is apparently all I speak about anymore (sorry), Saturday was the half-way mark! This baby will be making his appearance in hopefully a few days shy of 20 weeks from now. And I swear in the last week the belly has grown tremendously. I don’t have a new picture for you tonight purely because of some issues with laziness and my husband not being around to take it, but I’ll try to get one up this week. I still don’t scream pregnant as much as I scream chubby, but I know what’s going on and am at peace with it. Most days.

I watched the finale of The Biggest Loser tonight and I have 2 comments. First, I really, really, really dislike John. I think he basically used his wife to win and pretty much learned nothing except that winning is everything. Which is the opposite of the point of the show. He didn’t go back to work, he didn’t cook. He just worked out all day. He may have won the money, but I think he’s one of the contestants we’ll see in a few years gaining a lot of weight back. And second, they went a whole season without showing puke and then in the finale they showed a preview of the new season including TWO puking episodes. We do not need to see vomit to know that they are working hard.

I really, really enjoyed the Giants and Texans losses today. The Packers one was fun too. I love a good upset, especially when my team isn’t the one being beaten.

The cats seriously missed us this past week. We got home late last night and pretty much went to bed. I was awakened by the Shmo at 1, 2:30, 3:40 and 4:15 because he NEEDED to love me. There was much purring and his signature head rub (where he snuggles in and rubs his head right under your chin). It melts my heart. Though admittedly less so in the middle of the night. Karma has also been extra loving, but that’s not saying much since any evidence of love would be a change for her.

I made smoothies for the first time today. I believe that this is going to become a routine, though I need to find cheaper sources of frozen berries. I may start posting some flavor/ingredient combos that I like. We’ll see. But I can nearly promise you that there will be a new recipe post up this week for something really tasty. It’s a dessert/snacky thing. It is awesome.

Speaking of food, we ate at pretty much every genre of restaurant while we were on vacation in New York. We had Cuban food, Japanese food, Creole/Cajun food, American food, French food and about all the diner food we could handle. I haven’t stepped on a scale yet, but I’m pretty sure the damage is awesome. Good thing my next OB appointment isn’t until next month, I have some time to slow down the weight gain.

Biting into a Lemonhead when you’re expecting a peanut butter m&m is a shock. Also rough on your teeth.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have some vacationing to do.

Hello from New York! And from vacation! Both of which are things I love. Other things I love include sleep and food, both of which are going to be in high supply this week.

Tonight we got to go to the Christmas party for the Spider-man Broadway show with my brother-in-law (who is in the show). It was a pretty low key party, but there were lots of very fun and a few pretty famous people there (including an actress from Twilight, who I had no idea was famous). And there was a bunch of free food, which was pretty good as well. I love me some mac and cheese. There were free drinks but I was not allowed to partake in those.

I’m starting to learn a little more about the baby’s likes/dislikes, or at least what instigates him to be busy. He loves fruit and cheese and will almost always kick or move around after I eat either. He doesn’t love it when I yell, which I’ve learned during tonight’s football game. And also, he hates the Giants. Obviously.

Speaking of which, the game was TENSE. My husband is a Giants fan, I am a Cowboys fan. And it was so very back and forth. I think it’s pretty clear we are evenly matched teams, and if it wasn’t for the chicken shit icing of the kicker, we would’ve gone to overtime instead of ending like that. We play each other again in a few weeks. I desperately want to beat the ever living crap out of the Giants. The more embarrassing for them the better.

Also, I’d like to fire the Dallas defensive coordinator. Too many games have been lost because the defense couldn’t maintain the lead late in the game.

I had forgotten how much walking was required to get around New York until we actually started doing it today. I had also forgotten how much less pleasant that walking is when the high temperature for the day is 39 degrees. Also, I think they put more stairs at the Subways. I am 100% sure I walked up way more stairs than I walked down today. I don’t know how it worked, but it did.

I made it to the Fantasy Football playoffs. And then I lost the first game. Wah wah.

I am fighting a headache tonight. It initially went away with Tylenol, but has now come back, which is not my favorite. I just can’t seem to figure out what is triggering them lately. It doesn’t seem to be a specific time of day or activity, but they are intense and frequent. And not my favorite.

We decided to forgo separate suitcases and just pack one extremely massive suitcase. At home it weighed 47 pounds. At the airport it weighed 56. After taking our coats out it was 51 and they let us slide. I love JetBlue for stuff like that. We’re flying American home, I am 100% we will not be nearly as fortunate. And I’m not holding my breath that they’ll let me switch to an aisle seat like JetBlue did either, which ended up being a good thing since I peed 5 times on the flight over here.

The tips of my fingers are extremely dry. My hands are generally dry, but the tips are the worst. And it makes everything feel all wrong.

To catch our 7:15 flight yesterday we had to get up at 5, and then after not sleeping on the plane yesterday, I quickly acclimated to New York time. I have no idea how it’s only 9pm in California because I am exhausted. And going to bed. Goodnight internet.

This is the weekend before the last week of my clinical, which means it’s the last Sunday night I have to dread for a little while. And by dread I don’t really mean dread dread, because I actually like my clinical, but it’s the week of my last final exam, so I’m dreading that kind of a lot. But it’s my LAST FINAL EVER, so I’m also pretty excited.

I can feel the baby moving pretty consistently now, and he either loves or hates grilled cheese sandwiches. Whichever is the emotion that makes him move a lot. And yes, it is TOTALLY weird to be able to say him. Also very real feeling. The baby belly is starting to get a little more legitimate too. Don’t you think?

Our cats completely outsmarted us this weekend. I will elaborate more tomorrow, but suffice it to say it is really irritating.

In a week I’ll be in New York! In a week I’ll be freezing my ass off because my winter coat won’t button around my belly. We have not planned anything for our trip yet because frankly, there are too many things to deal with first. I have to finish a bunch of paperwork for my clinical by Friday, I have my exam Thursday, we have a Christmas party to go to Thursday night so I can’t even save all my paperwork for then. I also have to pack and clean up this house because it is absolutely horrifically disgusting and we have someone coming to feed the cats while we’re gone and I cannot leave the house like this.

So instead of doing any of that I made cinnamon rolls tonight. As a tip, if the directions say to roll the dough out on a well floured surface, they mean seriously really well floured. Because my cinnamon rolls are really more cinnamon buns because by the time I got them unstuck from the wax paper I had rolled them out on, they came unravelled and were covered in butter. They still taste good, but I have learned some lessons from this experience.

The biggest lesson is that I need a bigger kitchen.

This was kind of a lousy football weekend. USC is done for the season (Thanks again Pete Caroll and Reggie Bush), the Cowboys lost in overtime after our coach iced our own kicker, and my fantasy team situation is not looking good. If I had played the Kansas freaking City defense I’d have gotten 20 points. Instead I played Washington. Who got me ONE. I think Fantasy Football is not good for my health. Thank goodness the Saints won (again).

Things I don’t care about: NBA.

There are like 20 broken things in our apartment right now but we’re too busy to call maintenance and get them down here to fix them. We have an outlet that’s broken, our sink and refrigerator both incessantly drip water and our sliding screen door doesn’t lock, so the cats can escape if we try to let some fresh air in.

I am going to try something new this week on Babble, which is posting during the day instead of at night. But in the meantime, here are my last couple of posts for your viewing pleasure. Can you tell we have baby names on the brain?
BabyCenter Announces the 2011 Hottest Baby Names
Sharing Baby Names on the Internet

And with that, I’m out for the night. Posting may be a little light this week due to the aforementioned 800000 things I have to do, but I’ll do my best to use the computer for my procrastination.

How about those USC Trojans, huh? The game was actually a little painful to watch after a while, but still also totally awesome. I can’t feel too sorry for UCLA because they had no fewer than 3 opportunities to put points on the board and instead of kicking a field goal, they wanted a touchdown. It didn’t have to be a shut out, though it still would’ve been an ass kicking.

I just got home from a weekend with my family. It took 4 full hours for me to drive the 150 miles home, which, in a word, suuuuuucked. It was a nice weekend, though. I got to spend lots of time with both sides of my family, had absolutely awesome food, and didn’t have to work on Friday. What more could I ask for?

We had lunch today at a restaurant my aunt and uncle own, and if you don’t have friends or family who own a restaurant, let me just tell you how much fun it is. They know what you guys like, they get you all the stuff you want. It’s awesome.

We’re trying to figure out how to get our cats fed while we’re out of town for a week. I would kill to live closer to family that we could take advantage of.

On Thanksgiving we told our mother-in-law our current girl baby name. We warned her that it was a little different (it’s not *that* different, for the record), and she had the most amazing reaction ever. It was about 5 minutes of this sound: UUUUUUUUCK. And she culminated the 5 minutes by letting us know that a child with that name would not be welcome at her house for dinner. My whole family suggested that this meant that we would never have to go over for dinner again.

I am having such very odd baby pains today. I have an OB appointment tomorrow morning so I can ask her then, and I have our big ultrasound on Tuesday where we’ll find out the sex of the baby. As a warning, I’ll probably post the results of that scan on Babble on Tuesday in the afternoon, but I’ll try to get it on here by that night for those who don’t follow on twitter or read Babble.

Speaking of which, latest Babble post can be found here.

I only have 4 more days of class EVER. I have 2 normal days, one day where I have to give a presentation and 1 final exam. Granted, I still have a semester left of my program, it’s just a full time clinical affiliation. Graduation is in May, I’m just finished with the school part in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS. I’m so happy I could cry (minus that whole need to study part).

I love my cat. Just so you know.

Because I have my OB appointment at 8:45 tomorrow morning, I don’t have to go to work first. By the time I get there, I’ll be able to treat maybe one patient before turning around and driving right back basically to my house. So I’ll be staying home and heading to work after the appointment. The same thing is happening with the ultrasound. I have school at 8 in LA, but my ultrasound/genetics appointment starts at 8:30, so I’ll be staying home and then heading to school before my 1pm class. It’s going to be a nice slow start to my week.

They make German Chocolate marshmallows. Just thought you should know.

I’m not proofreading this, just thought you should also know that.