june 30

it's my new mantra...

Oh, my god. I'm so exhausted.

The wedding in Michigan was beautiful. Two English professors in love. So sweet. It was the wordiest ceremony I've ever witnessed, but that's to be expected, given they've been in school for about 28 years now, studying English Lit. They are happy and very well suited for each other. I'm pleased. I've been to a few stinker weddings over the years--the ones that celebrate marriages you know aren't going to last--and this one definitely had all the earmarks of a life-long commitment.

But I'm tired. Because we ran ourselves ragged with parties every day and night. And last night I popped a rib out. After a relaxing soak in our hosts' hot tub. I'm sure it's pregnancy related and I've done it before so I'm not worried. It just hurts like hell and I can't take Advil. And Tylenol does nothing. And A* snored half the night. And I got three hours of bad sleep. And woke up at midnight Pacific time and it's now 3:40 PM Pacific time and I'm at work after a long, miserable flight.

So fucking tired.

And I have to get an estimate out the door. And prepare another that seems to be really complicated and I don't have all the info from the team about this one so in a few minutes I have to be coherent. And more crap from the woman who used to be a friend (see the end of that entry) who seems to think I'm out to get her. She doesn't understand that I just want her to go away. I'm too tired and busy to work on plans to screw anyone. She's a sad, sad person.

But baby is great. She kicks and squirms and you can see her moving just by looking at my tummy. I am getting tired of worrying about every little thing in this pregnancy and I just want her to be born. I know any mother out there is telling me that doesn't make any sense at all and I don't know the meaning of the word worry, but that's how I feel.

And if one more person tells me that I'm so big they don't think I'll make it to my due date I will get homicidal. For sure.

Oh, and of course I didn't see Jenn. Because I am a silly ninny. But I'm glad I got that out. I think that was the last Jenn entry. The last in a series that spans 12 years. Anything from here on out will be purely reflective. Feels good.

- june 30