It was ugly folks. I became increasingly alarmed once I realized that the predicted 7 pound baby I was laboring with was actually a 13 pounder.
Formula: ∑ = OUCH! X 2.
So basically, I spent the weekend gnashing my teeth, pausing only to bellyache to my husband, and feeling slightly sorry for myself. But really, I mean come on, what’s to complain about really? Though it’s my constitutional right to bitch, in this case it’s probably morally wrong.
After all, on both Saturday and Sunday I was able to ride my bike in dazzling autumn weather to my serenely quiet office which has everything I need and which I adore.
Now that I think about it, the only thing that could make life sweeter is if some underworked statistician owed me a big fat favor.
And also now that I think about it, if I just had a camper van all my problems would be solved...
All this pain is self-inflicted. Sometimes the whole endeavor makes no sense at all. I’m working harder now so I can work harder later. (If you read my previous post -http://kimbopolo.blogspot.com/2010/11/flight-plans.html - you know I am conflicted regarding my decision to stay in academia).
Come on countdown!!!