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April 7, 2003
22 Weeks
After what has seemed like a couple of weeks where I had appointments for some aspect of my Prenatal care, this week was quiet on that front. I am in fact rather glad for it, as schoolwork has been literally insane this week. I handed in my last paper on Friday, which was also the last day of classes. However, my groupwork class work is still not complete. We still have to finish writing the final document, submit it for editing, make those changes and then re-submit it. YUCK! Besides the work, I am really beginning to abhor the class in general. While my group for this portion of the course has been much better than the first group, some of the members still haven’t figured out that when we agree that we are going to meet at a certain time, it actually means that we are all present and accounted for at that time. It is getting really really bothersome to be the first person to show up on time, only to have to wait for up to 45 minutes or an HOUR for the whole group to arrive. I am rapidly losing respect for many people in the class because of this tendency.
And the saddest thing about it is that I don’t think that I am really being unreasonable in this belief. This is a Master’s degree, therefore at the minimum all of us have completed at least one Bachelor’s degree, there are a few people who have multiple degrees, so you would think that they would be able to act respectfully and responsibly towards their fellow classmates or group members and show up on time. I really don’t know, but my patience is starting to wear dramatically thin on this and I have already unfortunately shown my disgust for this lack of behaviour a couple of times to the people in class. It is as if I am going to school with people who are in their late teens rather than in their mid-twenties and older. I have to stop now, because this just gets me really upset at all the time I have spent wasted when I could have been doing something else, like, oh, working on my thesis… *Sigh* I have really started to count down the time to when I won’t ever have to work with these people again, I am really sad to say :-(
Okay, the best part about all this extra work at the end of the term is that it is the end of the term! That means that I can really start to work on my thesis in earnest now, thank goodness. I have started to feel REALLY anxious about this and the time I have left before the Little One will make its arrival seems to be shortening with lightening speed! Everyone keeps asking me how far along I am and when the baby is due, and then replying with a comment remarking on how soon it is – and its getting me really stressed! I have to make sure that my thesis is done before the Little One arrives and all these people keep telling me over and over that it is so soon – Ack! I just keep repeating to myself that I now have all day, every day to write, and that I WILL get it done. It’s like a little mantra. I KNOW I can, I KNOW I can! :-)
My supervisor has been beyond wonderful about my schedule and the work that I would like to complete. I wrote him an email (finally) to tell him that I was pregnant only about a week and a half ago, and his reply couldn’t have been more congratulatory and supportive of me. In fact, the whole department was happy for me, and I ended up getting a couple of emails from people I had worked with; something totally unexpected and at the same time, typical of the people who work at the Municipality – they really are nice, caring people. So, I really feel as if I can move concertedly forward now for this thesis, whereas all term it really felt as if I was taking three steps forward only to have to take two steps back. I am stressed about it, but also feel like it is something I can really do. Think positive, right?
I want my kids to know that I worked hard for these degrees, had hurdles to cross, but crossed them, so that when I give them support in their endeavours, they know that I am truthful and sincere in that support. While I intend to be a Stay At Home Mum and feel that my life will definitely be fulfilling with this role, I also know that at any time in the future I can go back to work in this field. This is a professional degree and I will always hold that accreditation, and changes within the particular area I would be working in do not occur frequently or rapidly. Anyway, I just want my future kids to be proud of their Mum, regardless of how old they think I am! LOL
We went out car ‘shopping’ this weekend. This is something that both of us enjoy doing. Simon is always up on what automobiles are coming out, which ones are getting new designs, what engine modifications etc have been completed and so on, and we enjoy talking about vehicles that would function for us when we have kids and so on. So, we make the rounds of the car dealerships here, occasionally test drive cars, but most often just check them out. It’s just something fun to do on a Saturday together and we debate which car is better than another, which company has borrowed an idea or styling from another and so on. (If you wish, you are permitted to think we are weird, I do not begrudge you that judgement! :-) ) Anyway, back to the point of the story. We were in a dealership and the receptionist asked me when I was due! My first person asking me when I was due! I was so excited that I could have jumped over the desk and hugged the poor woman – luckily I restrained myself and told her the date. She asked if it was our first and so on, and all in all it was an absolutely wonderful little chat. I think I will remember it for some time to come, the first person who didn’t have any prior knowledge of my pregnancy asking when I was due, and all because I now have this wonderful little belly! Still brings a grin to my face :-) I was actually walking on air for the remainder of the weekend, so proud of the little belly that I have right now and anxious for when it will grow even larger with this Little One inside.
Symptoms: I have, so far, been sleeping on my left side except for the odd couple of nights where I give my pelvis and shoulder a break and sleep on my right. Lately, however, I have been waking up to find myself on my back, and have begun to wonder exactly how long I’ve been sleeping like that. I know that it isn’t so good to sleep on one’s back after the first trimester and all, what with the uterus resting on the vena cava (sp?), but the nights where I wake up in this state I have slept so soundly and so well that I find myself facing a conundrum. Do I berate myself for ending up on my back, or be glad that I have gotten a good night’s sleep so that I have energy for the coming day? I really don’t know!
My belly is growing and growing and growing… With this being another even-numbered week, we took another belly photo. Oh, something I didn’t mention last time we took a photo: I have had to look in my closet for something that I will be able to wear for perhaps the remainder of the pregnancy for the photos. As I mentioned in a much earlier entry, I tried to pick an outfit for the first photos that I could wear for several successive photos to try for some consistency. Well, this will be the second photo in this beautiful pale purple dress that I bought only recently. I have a couple of dresses from this very feminine store called La Cache (or April Cornell to those Americans) and they have ties in the back to adjust the waists on the dresses. Anyway, I bought the dress on purpose this time because of those very ties, thinking that this year will be the first time that I will have to adjust them as the summer forges onwards! :-)
**Talk to Me**
If you are a SAHM currently, how do you feel about the university (or college) education you worked for prior to becoming a Mum? What are your plans for the future, if any? Do you have a loose plan like me, or is it different?
When was the first time you were asked when you were due by a total stranger, and how did that make you feel?
What were your sleeping problems, if any, during your pregnancy? Did you find that they changed as you moved from the second into the third trimester?
Namaste, Laura and the Little One
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