December 9, 2008

180

Remember this post? Remember how I said I wanted to bottle my feelings of happiness because I knew that I wouldn't always feel that way?

Well, mere days later, I've done a complete 180, and I am a sleep-deprived, pimply, stressed out ball of my former (happy) self. And it's all my professor's fault. How dare he assign us a 20 page paper for our final project? Why didn't I work on this over the weekend?

Oh, that's right. Because I was sleeping for most of the weekend. Because I was/am so sleep-deprived that I feel like I'm losing my mind. Because my husband snores and our cats cry and I'm supposed to be sleeping on my back at this point in my pregnancy but it's just not comfortable. Because our (full-sized) bed is probably not big enough to accommodate both of us and the mound of pillows I need to stay on my side so that I don't cut off Bunlet's blood supply.

Attending graduate school while pregnant = so not recommended.

Where is that bottle of happiness? I need it.

6 comments:

WeezerMonkey said...

Most bottles of happiness are not allowed during pregnancy. Sorry.

;)

Erika said...

So sorry your stressed out.

TRY and think back to when you were feeling happiness.....

There's no place like happy.....

There's no place like happy.....

Keep your head up girlie i know you will make it threw.

{{{{hugs}}}}

Angie Eats Peace said...

I am sorry, friend :(

Brenda said...

Sorry to hear you are sleep deprived, but I know you have it in you to finish that paper! Then you can sleep, sleep, sleep. Keep your eye on the prize ;)

~cHaNnOne~ said...

I enjoy your blog! Happen to syumble upon it. As a fellow photograph-enthusiast, I came for the photos. But then I saw your baby news! Congrats! I have been TTC my first since July and your post regarding the feelings you feel after many unsuccessful attempts really resonated with me. I may have to pick your brain about some stuff... =)

Wade said...

Hang in there. Believe me, I also know hos rough end-of-the-semester/quarter can be. Especially this term. Almost there . . .