Third year done

On Thursday, I taught my last class for six months. The excitement is yet to hit me, instead I feel a little lost. Last Monday, I had four different lesson plans to prepare and sixty essays to grade. Today, I am trying to decide between picking up a book or watching another re-run of The Office. This is not a terrible situation, there is just a lot of nothing. So far I have filled the nothing with this blog, sketching, cleaning, cooking for four hours, reading, ordering stuff on Amazon. I wouldn't switch this week for last week - not having to deal with 801 ever again is delicious - I just obviously need to keep myself busy.

Also, I have only nine weeks until female A makes her entrance. The doctor told me today that my "safe date" is July 21st, meaning if I was to go into that labour after that we are good to go. Maybe that is why I am finding it a little difficult to celebrate the end of the school year. Summer equals baby. Baby equals scared mummy to be and the end of my life as I know it. I've found that I am even avoiding reading all the baby books, thinking in some way if I don't read them then I am somehow delaying the inevitable. Daddy A is a little further along the road to accepting our young married couple life is ending and being responsible for a child is beginning. I will get there, and as Daddy A has just reminded me, I don't really do that much now anyway. This is true, but I like just hanging out and worry female A will not.