So the big news:
I PASSED!! I have completely and utterly passed my online science class. Nothing left to do…nothing left to study. And THAT means- I’m done with my undergraduate coursework. I will, in all actuality, graduate this April. This, of course, comes with a butt load of non-student type responsibilities…but I’m hoping that I can stay in the game with grad school, which I start on May 8th. I just hope I get the classes I need. I feel relieved, I think I knew it was going to be ok this time…(although don’t ask John about that because he will attest to the fact that I was a crying miserable mess of BYU-directed anger the night before the final) but you know. You never know. Come April I will be a college graduate.
Today I took a long lunch to go to the doctor. This was the final test- I really needed to figure out how I felt about her. She came in and although she was still in a hurry, I was just a little more assertive about what I needed. I made a list of questions I needed to ask, and when she was done with what she had to do I said I had a couple of things to ask her. She stopped, and listened, and answered. Also- she ordered a blood test to check my thyroid. I know this might sound stupid…but I told her that my heart rate seemed elevated (as it always kind of has) and she said we should get it checked. So there. She did something. With regard to my health. Good job her. Also- Monday morning we have our next ultrasound! We will probably/maybe be able to find out if our baby is a boy or girl. We’ll keep ya posted.
So my brother came over tonight. He had to pick up his pants. He did laundry here on Sunday afternoon and ended up leaving all of his jeans in my dryer for a couple of days, and so he showed up in mesh shorts. That, however, is not what I noticed. What I REALLY noticed were his shoes. He had one brown one with white detail (think DC skater shoes) and one white one with brown detail. Hmmm. I said, “Jonathan, are you wearing two different shoes?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Well, you told me to get more than just one pair.” I DID, actually, tell him to get more than one pair of shoes….but I did not mean that he should get similar shoes and then just wear the pairs interchangeably. But that’s my little brother. I won’t even tell you about the rest of our conversation tonight…but I will tell you that it started with him asking about the feasibility of “selling” a testicle for a certain amount of money. Sigh. Oh brother. Moving on…
Actually. I think that’s about it. More later.
