Moot Thoughts & Musings

I'm at the library and violating the yellow sign that informs me that the computer I'm on is restricted for specific academic use. So what's academic after all? Can't my blog be academic? Whatever.

I haven't been much for writing lately, because my head is so fuzzy. I've tried to write some emails, which really are the easiest thing in the world to zip off, and I'm so easily distracted just doing that. If I can get a good night's sleep, I'm okay. I can get good work done. But if I have a night where I can't get comfy, my bladder plagues, and high-action, crazy dreams exhaust me, I feel fuzzy the next day.

They say Fuzzy Head comes with being pregnant. Okay, that makes sense. The funniest manifestation of Fuzzy Head...the kind where I really must say it has to come from pregnancy, because I've never experienced it before...is that I've lost the sense for the passing of time. I normally have a very good concept of time. I could guess "25 min" and I would be right on. But now 40 mins will have passed, and I'll be shocked! How did that happen!!? I have to be careful or I'll be late. I'm already frustrated at what I didn't get done because time passed unaware. Very strange. I'm starting to set the microwave timer for increment passings to help keep me on track.

Perhaps the funniest incident related to loss of Time happened last Friday. I am a TA for a class that meets in 3 sections (8.30/9.30/10.30). I can't go to teh 10.30 section ever because I have a conflicting class, so I alternate between the first two. Friday I was running late, because I had forgotten to turn on the alarm after I had set it the night before. So I really pushed to make it for the 9.30 section. I breezed into the classroom sighing a huge relief, because I had made it, only to stop dead in my tracks. The professor was already lecturing, and not only that, the class was settled and attentive (usually there are some stragglers still getting situated at the beginning of class). I just stood there. I couldn't believe it! I was so sure I had made it on time. The professor looked up at me with a confused expression on his face, "We'll be done in two minutes." Spluttering the realization to myself that I had come into the remaining minutes of the 8.30 section, I slinked out. And I did make it to the 9.30 section on time.

I had a good, rejuvenating weekend at home. Chris and I have been giddy since we've found out that Elvis is a boy. It's like the excitement of finding out we're pregnant, but with none of the shock. Chris beams around the house talking about "his heir" and the "fruit of his loins". I don't know what he thinks the boy is going to inherit.

We went baby shopping for the first time on Saturday. A friend had alerted me to a consignment shop of really nice things. We picked up a front carrier and back carrier, and I picked out a couple of really cute outfits (after Chris approved them as suitable garb for his heir). It's nice to have something to picture my little boy in. We hadn't gotten hardly a thing yet for Elvis because we've been waiting to find out. And we're keeping Stuff pretty low-key (or at least trying to), since we're moving, and really, in principle, let's just keep Stuff low-key.

Not much else I'm up to writing about at the moment.