So on Monday I delivered a tiny baby boy to a Mom who was still 7 weeks away from her due date. He weighed 4 lbs. I tried to be gentle with him while he was coming out, it sort of scared me to be in charge of him for even that long. I think he's doing okay. This has been a week of little ones. We did another four pounder yesterday, and a 6 pounder on Wednesday. I don't know what it is. Up to 249 babies now.
This morning I had a performance review at work. They told me all these good things they like about me, and all I could think was, "and? and?" because I knew we were building up to a "but." Anyways the "but" ended up being inconsequential so I relaxed. I have so many strong feelings about my job that I just tried to keep my face neutral. I didn't want to get worked up, or give things away; I feel like it's pretty easy to tell what I'm thinking most of the time. I think I did a good job because by the end my boss was saying, "these are good things, Marie, things we appreciate about you, you know?" or maybe that just meant, "respond somehow, you impassive idiot!" because I wasn't saying much either. Then I got a raise. A small one. Which I wasn't expecting, so that was nice.
So this weekend I was in the car with Kevin and his friends, and for awhile they were talking about stuff I didn't know about, so I got the Ipod and started picking the songs. I am happy to report that I only played songs I wanted to hear, not ones I thought would make me look cool in front of him and his friends. Ha. Do you believe me? I'm about 80% sure I'm not lying, that I was that unself-conscious for those 20 minutes. But this guy didn't really have much embarrassing music, no Mariah Carey "Dreamlover" or anything. Oh man. That's a cool song. Not that I really miss being 12. Staying up late ordering ten whole dollars' worth of make-up from a catalog with Jennie.
Next week is a big week for me. I'm going to California to see Jackie and Chris and Deana and Zach for the whole week! We are going to have a brilliant time, one last brilliant time before those Bechtels leave for Scotland. It's starting to feel more real now that I've done 5 loads of laundry to get ready to pack. FIVE LOADS!! I can never have kids. I hate doing my own laundry too much. Maybe I'll just have kids and a maid. Great idea.
Hey can your sheets get stretched out? Because my bottom fitted sheet is all flappy now, like an old pair of underwear. It's so weird and dumb.
I will definitely be posting pictures of my breathtaking vacation, promise. I'm sure all this just-writing is getting old.
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