Today, I played hookey from language school.
It might be the first time ever.
My memory escapes me, but I think that I haven't ever skipped before without having an actual malady.
In high school, I was deathly afraid of getting in trouble, so that would never happen.
In college, with the exception of my Sophmore Biology class (where, after appearing for the first lecture, I promptly labeled everyone in the room an "idiot," never came to a lecture again, and showed up only for the tests. I got an A. And I stink at science, so that should really tell you something,) I LOVED my education classes and didn't ever miss. Plus, most of my classes were smallish and took attendance. There was usually a one absence a semester rule, and knowing my penchant for illness, family deaths, and car accidents, I kept the absences reserved for those "special," occassions.
THEN in all of our training to come out to the field, I did AWESOME, with not missing class. Occasionally, while in Virginia, I would get ansy and would leave the lecture hall for an hour or two, but would usually pace around in the lobby and listen to the lecture over the speaker. And I didn't miss one class in Vancouver. I'm still not sure how that happened.
Needless to say, I skipped today. I guess, technically, I had a reason, this pregnancy and all. I've just been flat out exhausted all week. I've had a pretty persistent headache all week as well, and when I went to bed last night, I told Ian that if I woke up feeling as crummy, I would be staying home.
And so I did.
I slept until almost 10 and woke up after a very odd dream. I'm known for my odd dreams, and though this did not take the cake, it was, indeed, odd. My entire extended family was on a sailboat traveling the world, with my great Aunt at the wheel. While in dock somewhere, my mom kept telling me it was time to get my marriage annulled (we have to get our marriage attested (certified by our county, state, and federal government,) to get residency here, so I think that is why my dream got a little twisted,) and that we'd have to sail to Egypt to get it annulled. It was very intense. It involved our sailboat turning completely upside down on a wave and Ian and I hanging on for dear life onto a pole and catching babies and puppies before they fell into the deep ocean.
Spent most of my day napping or working on a paper that is due for a seminary class on Friday. Made an awesome dinner of chicken and baked potatoes (topped with that contraband: bacon bits!) and settled back in to work on the paper for another couple of hours.
Ian and I started a new goal, of making sure the dishes are all done before we go to bed. That was how I was raised, but Ian's family all dumped their dishes in the sink and left them until someone got around to it. Now, well into our second year of marriage, only the past 2 months has had us leaving dishes out overnight.
And I think it's gross.
So, I asked Ian if we could make it a goal to get them all washed and to clean the counters before we go to bed and he agreed. Hurray for team work!
Oh yes, also: I'm in the 2nd trimester! Yay!!!
That's all I've got. I think I'll carry around a notepad in case "pregnancy brain," gets any worse.