Missing her, missing me.

So the husband and the girl have been gone for almost a week. I miss them more than I thought I would and I've gotten a lot less done than I thought I would. That's alright. Exams are over and I've been attempting a lot of knitting at watching a lot of Netflix.

Oddly, with the girl gone with my parents for a bit, I worry less. I know she's in good hands - assuming my mother isn't feeding her dollar store food.

There's a lot in my head but not much to say. I've been staying up too late, completely throwing off my sleep schedule. The dishes need to be done, etc, etc, etc. Mundane.

Pregnancy Anger

Boy was I an angry girl. I suspect it was fueled from fear of the unknown and being terrified of not having a healthy baby... something that still scares the bejeezus out of me

Is she making enough eye contact? Could that mean autism?
Is she eating enough? Why is she so small? Is it normal that she's wearing six month clothes at eight months?

...and round and round it goes.

This doesn't mean I'm not still an insufferable cynic and generally negative online. But I don't want to punch people in the face anymore... except for people who say: "A mother's work is never done." I want to punch them. Especially with they use this: ":)" emoticon with it or finish up the statement with 'LOL' Ugh.

The Lengthy Hiatus

...The lengthy hiatus.

I'm still debating if I want to keep this around because of future employers and the such. Monitoring your internet activity is SO tiresome. I want to write what I want to write. I need to express how it is I'm feeling. If an employer disagrees with things that are near and deae to my heart (or at least near and dear enough to blog about... do I really want to work there?) ... in this economy. Maybe.

While this is still a 'mommy blog' of sorts, I can't promise that I won't stray to other topics. ... there's a lot out there that annoys me.