Faculty

Those of you out there who deal with faculty, how do you deal with the pompous asshole prof who gets off on abusing lowly staff members?

31 days and counting

As I sit here today, in agony from the aching, stretched abdominal muscles and skin, in pain from the recurrent sinus infection, and immobilized by my bloated feet and ankles, I look back on this pregnancy fondly. It's really not been a bad one by most measures - sure, I'm uncomfortable, but I just passed the 35 week mark. I can't believe that in just over 4 weeks, it will all be over, and I will move into a new phase of my life.

Knowing that this pregnancy is my last is comforting to me. I don't like being pregnant at all - the restrictions, the discomfort, the way I'm treated like an invalid by some people and by others - that they don't 'get' that I can't just bend over and pick something up off the ground. It's a difficult place to be - I'm not independent at all. There is a living being inside me who is solely dependent upon me for everything right now. The air I breathe, the stress I feel, the food I eat - everything is passed along to the little girl growing within, and that's empowering on the one hand, and stressful on the other.

At the same time, knowing that after another month, I will never feel the flutter of little feet in my belly is a little sad for me. Don't get me wrong - I'm not questioning my decision to be done. First, I'm just too old to do this again in another couple of years. Second, I don't think that I am capable of rearing any additional children effectively. These are personal decisions, based upon my understanding of my own limitations.

So, for now, I sit and wait and wonder if everything will be okay. Sometimes I fear that I will die in the OR during the c-section, or that something horrible will be wrong with the baby when she's born. But mostly, I just get anxious - what will she look like? What kind of personality will she have?

How on EARTH am I supposed to complete this to-do list of mine in the next 31 days?

Suck on this Facebook!

For real - This Group was formed to protest Facebook yanking pictures of women feeding their babies the old fashioned way. If you're on facebook, join the group. I did.

Is it basketball season yet???

Duke football is embarrassing. Georgia isn't much better. Ugh. Is it time for basketball yet?

Mr. Mac Smarty Pantses

Made the Mock Trial Team. I did this activity in law school - it's tons of work, but an absolute BLAST! Yay him!

Hello Internets....

Remember me? Yeah, I'm still around. Unfortunately, between the new job, Mr. Mac's school year starting back, Little Miss S and her two and a half-ness, and my overall exhaustion, I haven't had time to write.

Yeah, I know.... Excuses.

It's been an incredible 4 weeks. I can't believe that it's been that long since I started my new job, but it has. The thing is, this job scared the crap out of me when I started. It is a HUGE job - there are many facets to it, and I can see so many places where I can just fall flat on my face. And I have done so already, and it's all good really. At the end of it all, the staff are supportive and encouraging, and they allow for honest mistakes to be made. Learning from a mistake is what everyone expects, and that is VERY good for me, after five years of having my confidence torn to shreds by the boss from hell in the job from hell. I can't explain the feeling of utter joy that I feel every morning when I walk in. Of course, this will fluctuate, as things do, and I know my job isn't perfect. But for me, right now, it's ideal.

Little Miss S has changed schools to the one on campus. She is absolutely THRIVING. Her class is 6 international kids (at least two of whom speak VERY little English) and 6 American. It's GREAT. Her best friend is a little German boy, so I'm helping her learn a little German on the side. Tonight, she said she wanted to 'spiel blocks'. I'm so proud! What's even better is that she really loves going, every day. She insists on wearing a dress. And a hairbow. She just loves the place, so that makes me happy.

Today, we learned that the Littlest Mac, Baby MC I think I'll call her, will be here on October 26. Hard to believe, but I've scheduled out the rest of my doctor's visits, and my delivery date. Wow. Now, I'm sure that this whole thing won't begin to go according to plan, but I can dream, can't I?

Mr. Mac, well he's busy. Very busy, but happy about it. I miss him on nights like this when he's out late with a class. But I'm glad to see him enjoying himself.

So there ya go internets. We're all here and happy and whole. We all miss Miss M like mad, and we love when she comes to see us (she left again yesterday). I'm sorry for the self-indulgent list of how we are. But we're happy, and I've bitched so much in this space. It's nice to be able to crow.