The mind. The heart.

You know the emotional ferris wheel? Well, I'm not at the bottom, but I'm pretty darn close. I am seriously tired. Not physically, though I just took a nap a little while ago. I'm just sluggish, especially at school. I really wish the semester was over already. Don't get me wrong though, you know how much I love my major, but the superavit I had when the semester was starting is finished. I'm getting burnt out.

I know I'll feel better tomorrow, but these will still be my feelings overall. Also, this won't really matter. I know me. My mind and my heart are close, but not necessarily married. Call me stoic, but it's actually very usefull. I helps me get up every morning, tune my temper, overcome my frustrations, think long term.

My juggling has been lacking lately. All around. To me you know. I hope to those around me it hasn't been noticeable. I don't really doubt it though.

I had tutoring today, school mandatory. And it really helped me land a few things I had fluttering around my head. For example, I like to think ahead to try and prepare you know? And if I don't, at least it's a conscious decision so I can't blame anyone. Anyhow, she talked about how in my major it's really important to speacialize when you graduate. However, you make this decision when you're close to finishing and you've learned enough about the major and about yourself to choose what you want to study, what you want to do.

It's common that you enter college with a very "clear" idea of what you want to do, and you end up doing something totally different, in the same field at most. So I don't need to add that weight to my sack, and I should just chill out more you know?

I'll try and do that more, I tend to excell at it hoho. My hubby also recommended it and my mind is ready to execute.

So I'll just keep smiling and walking forward. My heart will follow.

Sleeping in the laurels

I am now supposed to be eight months in my pregnancy. Yet the babys' birth seems so far away. Don't get me wrong my tummy is by far my main feature and I do walk slowly and a bit funny (If I get careless I resemble a duck) but where are the feared contractions or anything that reminds me that in aproximately a month the baby in my tummy will be born. A real human being that will need caring for: food, diapers, sleep etc. Couldn't something make it more real for me, some sort of wake up call?

I know that I should start to prepare for the baby, but she hasn't given me any kind of urgency call. My pregnancy has been a pretty sweet one compared to others; I've been blessed in that matter too. I've talked of my babes' personality before, she's strong but not troublesome. So in this manner, since she isn't constantly reminding me she's quite near coming out so my husband and I must be especially careful as to not "dormirnos en los laureles" like thay say in spanish or get careless just because the babe doesn't mount a big show.

In the next few days we're going to buy all the stuff a baby requires like diapers and her crib and so on and so forth. I'm reading this book called Parenting: From Surviving to Thriving by Charles R. Swindoll (excellent, I hope I'm not getting too ahead of myself and neglecting the things I should be doing like prepping for the baby.

I soooooo want a natural baby birth. I slightly (very slightly) cringe at the thought of a possible c-section. Oh and those stretch marks that suddenly sneak up on you...

PD: Just catching up a bit, my very much loved maridito and I are now completely established at our new home. Yay!!!