My Master's Degree Diploma!

At least it didn't take me as long this time to frame AND hang on the wall. I think my Bachelor's Degree took me over a year to get framed. My Master's Degree...only 6 months. I'd say that was BIG progress!

According to the 2004 Census, only 9.4% of US citizens have a Master's Degree or higher and that statistic I'm very proud to be a part of! Anyway, I LOVE it and I am proud of myself, if I do say so!

Hormones SUCK!

Today, I am laying in bed miserable. Everytime I try to get up, my stomach reminds me who is in charge here. Ginger-ale is my only saving grace, oh, and along with Zofran, around the clock, every six hours on the dot. I knew it wouldn't be long until this lovely part of pregnancy would begin and I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my second trimester, which even after one day of this crap, can't come soon enough. I only pray that I won't have this miserable-ness worse since I am carrying multiples...which I have heard is normally the case. Lucky me. I guess I am lucky...after all, I asked for all of this! I knew what I was getting myself into...I just never in a million years thought TRIPLETS.

I have a job interview today at 3pm and another tomorrow at 6pm (and NO, they will NOT be hearing our wonderful news until after my first paycheck, I hate not telling the truth but I got to do what I got to do). I can't even begin to think what it will be like to start a new job feeling like this. That gives me enough anxiety to vomit again. But lets be honest, I need a job, my break after my degree needs to be over and over asap. I need an income, badly. Forget financially stable...I just want my Direct TV turned back on! This sucks all around.

Please pray for me!!

7dpf/2dpt

Well, I don't have much to report.

Back to work tomorrow. Not like my job is super stressful, but it will be nice to leave the house for a few hours. The kids can't wait to see pictures of "the egg babies" from "the egg lady" as they have been calling me ever since last week. I'm sure they are going to be confused when I show them the photos because they haven't made it to Kindergarten yet, so explaining the photo will be interesting. They actually do understand that they are "babies" surprisingly. One of the sweet little girls asked me last week, "so when they put the babies in your tummy, can we water you like we water the flowers and your tummy will grow?" I almost died. They just learned in preschool about vegetables and fruits and flowers growing, so it was so funny! They are super sweet. They also kept asking me, if they would be here when the babies came to "their" school or if they would already be in Kindergarten. So cute!!

I was super hungry today. I ate lunch at 10:00am and literally didn't stop eating all day. Before Tim returned home from work, I ate a WHOLE, yes, WHOLE jar of dill sandwich pickles. I could not for the life of me, put the jar down!! It was so good. I knew I would regret it in an hour or so and sure enough my stomach hurt for two hours. I love pickles, I always have loved pickles. They are probably one of my favorite foods and in my fridge right now there are a few many different types. For some reason I must have been craving salt. Maybe I am eating for 2 or 3, or a 2% chance of 4. Hmm...we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Nurse My Favorite called this morning and was super happy to talk to me and catch up. She called the embryos "good quality" twice, so that made me happy again. I told her I was concerned because I haven't had any spotting yet...and I have been looking for it constantly. She said of course not everyone does, but I'm just wondering, how many other women do? Anyone not notice it and still get pregnant? I'm hoping I will wake up tomorrow and see some, because that will be a little confirmation to me that maybe there is some real hope here. I just go back and forth, I get myself psyched but then I feel like I might be let down. Such a stressful ride. My boobs are hurting and are HUGE! Tim was going crazy when I was asking him if they seemed bigger, he was like ugh, DUH! LOL! They are so sore, but I know that's from the drugs. 

On a super good note, I had an awesome job opportunity come my way from my wonderful past supervisor. It is for probably the best private practice sex offender treatment clinic in Maryland, as a Forensic Social Worker...whaaaawhoooo. I got the message and within five minutes called. The lady was really nice and I sent her my resume. She said they aren't looking to fill the position until the end of June, which is perfect for me, since I still have to take my licensing exam in two weeks. I am so keeping my fingers crossed on this one. This would be a dream job and I am sure the salary is quite good also. This place has a waiting list for years and people pay unbelievable amounts of money to have therapy by this guy. He is one of the best. I'm sure I would be managing a case load of sex offender therapy or something along those lines. Totally up my alley and if I can't work (at this moment, no open jobs) in the courts or in the jail, this would be close enough.

Tim just read the babies their bedtime story. He read Guess How Much I Love You...one of my favorites. He kept saying Big Nut Hare instead of Big Nutbrown Hare...I'm like, "dude, you got to get that straight before the babies really get here!" We were cracking up!!!