So, school: i have two classes at night at the furthest campus i could possibly find (kidding, but it seems like it), for about 4 hours each. We usually get out early but the studying and the driving wear me out for the rest of the week pretty much.
I’m taking : Crime scene Processing and :Intro to Forensics. Now, in the book it said i have to take CSP first and then Intro to Forensics, however, the professor says the exact opposite which makes more sense.
One girl and i opted to take them both from the same professor at the same time. At first i wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but now we’re a month in and have just over a month left to go (summer semester and all..) Now it seems pointless to be taking Intro to For. at all because we are learning everything twice (which should make it easy to get A’s in both classes) For once i am really *really* enjoying the classes, even though they get late and i get tired. I know all the answers when he asks the questions because we’ve already covered it in the other class - or if it’s the other one, we’ve covered it in the first. To the point where he’s sort of stopped asking me now.
This professor is absolutely anal about spelling, punctuation and grammar on our reports and such. However, he is also constantly, and i mean every second sentence, saying “we was” or “they was” or some other maddening combination of words that make no sense in the English language. I’m learning way too much to let it bother me too much i guess. Although some of us girls laugh about it in the elevator afterwards.
The divorce has not progressed much at all. X has finally conceded to another mediation attempt and that should happen later this month. It’s been frustrating to say the least.
My vehicle had been making that ‘belt is loose’ sound and when i tried to find the place we usually take it for maintenance i couldn’t, then it stopped the noise for a while so i let it be. Till it died just about a block away from school one night- power steering totally gone and battery light on. So i went in to class and then we had someone come out and attempt to put a new belt on it- no go. By that time it was seriously late so we took the train home and left the car in the school lot. (i have a student sticker. Perhaps that’s why i didn’t get a ticket?) I had it towed to a shop the next day and after several hassles and such, it was fixed. Pricey, but not as pricey as they had initially quoted me.
Ok, enough shirking around. Here’s the real gossip: firstly, i apologize to x’s family members specifically because i haven’t been entirely up front with you all- mostly because the divorce isn’t final and i feel somewhat weird about this whole situation still. Some months ago i met a guy through a friend and we began seeing eachother. (note: this was at about 2 1/2 years since X officially left me.)
We were taking it slow and being careful and at the time i was staying at H’s house and he had moved in there into her second bedroom as her roommate. Well, not really even a month had passed before she kicked us both out for reasons really only known to her. This severed both our relationship with her. (yes mother, i was grateful i was able to stay on her couch for as long as i did, however, you weren’t there and the situation was ugly. U.G.L.Y. Something i never want to experience again. i wish her the best but, as i said, it’s severed. Let’s say severed and then the ends have been torched.)
So, this guy had to make an emergency deposit on a tiny one bedroom place and i ended up moving in there with him because i really had no where else to go. It was that sudden and unexpected. Anyway, we dated for some months and i cannot stress this enough: we were safe, careful, knowledgeable and responsible. But then,
surprise! (boy, were we!!??)
We discovered that there was a hitchhiking parasite aboard.
Welcome to my life!!
We sat on this discovery for a while and then decided it would be best for everyone involved to break the lease on the little place and move back into mine. X by this time had moved upstairs with the boys and all our stuff. i had been fainting and was unsure if i should live alone and etc. (oh, and btw, this was the same time that X had HER come stay for who knows how long in his apartment with MY BOYS! Yes, the same HER who broke up the marriage. Sound bitter? I’m not. Really. Ths is just the way our lives have progressed and separated. )
Anyway, it worked out. Now J. and i live down here in our old place and X and the boys (for now) live on the 3rd floor. It makes it awful convenient for dropping off misplaced mail or picking up the kids for visitation, although it isn’t as easy as it could be. I started taking J. to the kids’ soccer games way back when and they love him. We haven’t really told them anything other than that Mom and Dad would have separate houses, which meant that they’d have 2 places to live, 2 beds, sets of clothing, toys, etc. and they were fine with that.
Now they know we have a baby on the way and Ice isn’t so sure about that-understandably. He’s been the only baby for the last 3 years, but i think he’ll adjust just fine, what with two parents involved and an older brother. He has plenty of love and will not lack for any attention or anything of course. Kevin is taking a ‘therapeutic pre-school’ course that will prepare him for kindergarden in September. Ice is on the waiting list for the same.)
So that’s that. Secret’s out. Due date is December 23rd (convenient, no?) i’ve been keeping a blog for the last couple months and now have published it at:
www.mybatch3.blogspot.com
We had an ultrasound yesterday that showed that even though i am huge- i mean really, really huge!-there’s supposedly only one in there. Course yeah, i know the stories…one hides behind the other and all that…but really, do i NEED to have more than one child right at this particular time in my life??
Okay, discuss and judge away. Comments are open.
Hey, did i mention; i am happy???? This is clearly a side-road long-cut to my 5 -10 year plan before more children were even thought about, however, things have fallen into place and honestly, i have the love and support and care now that i sorely lacked during my other pregnancies. i am taken care of and although i don’t really want to get into it, i feel better now about having a kid than i did with the other two.
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