- Dr. S is applying for academic jobs. Perhaps I should also buy a lottery ticket.
- I have been editing teaching statements, manuscripts, research proposals, and cover letters for him until my eyes are ready to bleed. (And if I say "Why do we care?" one more time, you may shortly hear about my divorce.)
- I made Bug finger paint today. It was the best Bug thing ever.
- I also made a paint smock, nine dryer balls, a Cold-State-weight winter baby hat, another changing pad cover, a car blanket, and two kick-a-ball fabric balls. Since Sunday.
- The ice-pick headache has mainly disappeared, with regular applications of narcotics. (Thank you, midwives!) The sparkly things are worse, but mainly annoying. I'll take it.
- Tonight I went to a mandatory water-birth class. Had I not already had a water birth, it would have been more enlightening. Instead, I was reminded that I want to never watch another birth ever again. Possibly even if I am giving birth.
- Dr. S is very amused at my touching faith in people's scientific knowledge. This manifests as continual disbelief that People Don't Know Things.
- The people at this class (not the instructor, mercifully) were all under the mistaken impression that humans are sterile. (Edit: As in germ-free.) Like, ever. After we're born and all.
- Two words: IMMUNE SYSTEMS.
- One more word: SOAP.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
And without even pictures to amuse you, because my camera is giving up the ghost. (I dropped it on a tile floor; strangely, it hasn't been the same since.)