My maternity leave ends in 8 days. Well, the official ending date was last week, but I go back to work next week on a part-time basis.
*sigh*
Happy and sad about this. Happy to be back in the action; sad because I have to be away from little one #2. But I can't have it both ways.
The Research Roller Coaster continues...
We got the assignment grades back. We did pretty well on one of them and not so well--but passing--on the other. The pretty-well one was a serious chunk of our final grade, so that's good news. The not-so-well one still has one more part to complete before that becomes the largest part of our grade. I think we can pull off something in the 80s, which will be nice.
Then I took the quiz...no, I didn't take it at 0300 as I feared I would have to. I was going to wait until the better half came home to tend to little one #2, but I decided that I didn't want to lose a whole day doing nothing. I wasn't studying because I felt if I didn't know it by now I wasn't going to know it, and I certainly wasn't getting any other work done because I was focused on the quiz...and trying not to throw up.
When I'm anxious, I get nauseous. When I'm really anxious, I actually vomit.
Little one #2 seemed placid this morning, and I figured we may as well give it a try. So I moved everything--baby, laptop, cable modem--into the nursery, set him in his crib, set myself up in the corner, said a prayer, and went at it. Worst case scenario: he flips out, I attach him to a boob while still answering questions. It wouldn't be the first time I've taken a test with a nursing child.
He did a lot better than I thought. I did a lot better than I thought...so well that I'm actually kind of shell-shocked. No, not a 100%--I think I would have had a MI if that happened--but very close.
THEN I threw up.
So now things are looking up again.
Off to tackle the next assignment, which is the last part that I mentioned above.
