I Passed, I Passed....

I finally looked up my final grade for my two classes, I received an A in my Anthro class and a B in my Math class. Pretty good considering I wasn't mentally there the last couple of weeks of class. I am so glad to have these done, I'm hoping that when I go back in January it will go smoothly. I plan on taking as many online courses as I can until the baby is at least a year old. I want to avoid putting him/her in daycare as long as possible. Hoping that I can get some night classes in there some time within the year also, that way Michael can be the daddy daycare.

My back has been feeling a little better the last couple of days, so I rescind my offer of finding a surrogate bun carrier. I just hit my whiney level that day, but I am better now. Although, Rina, I did tell Michael about getting a "belly" for him to wear for Father's Day, along with a mannery gland to help feed him/her early in the morning. You know, like the boob on "Meet the Fockers". I don't think he was too elated with my idea. LOL

Caela is my official "summer servent baby", her last day of school was on Friday, and she has about two more weeks of dance class left. So excited to be done with that for the year. I jokingly told her I totaled up the amount I have spent on her dance classes for the last nine years and would bill her when she turns 18. All I can say is that I have a nice, long, extended, overseas, vacation coming towards me then. She is taking Irish step dancing classes one day a week this summer. I try to give her the opportunity to learn as many new forms of dance as possible, since, I never had the chance to do any of it as a the youngest poor brown child of ten. She started when she was three and so far, she has Ballet, Pointe, Jazz, Tap, and Hip Hop under her belt, so the step dancing should be fun to learn. I was going to take the class with her but obviously that is out for now. I wish they had flamenco dancing here, I think she would have fun learning that also.

The bun has been doing well, I feel more and more movements every day. Little jabs here, major kicks there. It's hard to describe the feeling to people that have never been pregnant, but it's one that I always remember vividly. I remember bits and pieces of the actual birth, but the baby movements in utero are what I remember the most. It's an amazingly, awesome feeling! Sometimes I think that guys have it easier since they don't have to ride the crimson wave like we do every month, but then they don't get to experience these feelings either. No matter how much I jokingly tell Michael that it's his turn to carry the baby, I wouldn't trade my position with him ever.