Dare I say it?  Is it true?  Has Friday finally arrived at long, long last?  See, that right there is evidence that there is a God.  This week has needed to be put out of its misery since Wednesday.  And March?  While you went relatively easy on me yesterday (all poop aside), I don’t like what you did to poor Enterprise, AL. Not cool.  Though I have to keep wondering why those kids were still at school.  Thanks to Miss Zoot, I know that in Huntsville at least schools and a lot of businesses shut down at noon in anticipation of those storms.  Anyhow, it’s just devastating. My heart goes out to those poor families.

In “me” news, I kinda don’t know what to do with myself anymore.  I’m not saying that I’m not busy.  I’m always busy.  The 7-9am crunch every morning is the worst part of my day.  More often than not, I have a horrid tension headache (like right now).  But I feel like something is missing.  And you know what that somthing is?

This is the first time years (YEARS) that I have not either a) been pregnant or b) trying to get pregnant.  I never really realized how much of my life for the past seven years has been devoted to that singular goal.  Everything I did or thought or thought about doing was filtered through that goal.  And now?  I’m not trying to get pregnant.  And it feels really, really weird.  There’s an oddly freeing sensation about it all, but I also feel disturbed by it.  I find myself wondering, “What now?”  Should I, I don’t know, maybe think about cleaning the house?

Naahhh.