I've got the remainder of the week to live out my last summer desires. Unfortunately, I really do waddle when I walk, so my activities list is somewhat limited. I'm still most irked at my inability to launch myself down water slides--or maybe my inability to bend at the waist. Its a pretty close toss up.
While I do sadistically enjoy my pregnancy (you've never seen someone so excited to watch her own belly. I might as well bring in popcorn for the show!), I won't miss the limitations that it brings. I'm a spring chicken. I've got to *go* and *do* in life. I can only *go* and *do* for so long before I need a nap. I can't carry heavy objects (especially when there are witnesses around--some are keeping my secrets...), I can't fully stretch to reach things, and it is only a matter of time until various body parts become totally foreign to me. I know the pay off is great, but the process is a bitch.
That being said, I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to wrangle up the energy to teach for two months. I think that going back to work will make time go really quickly, but my brain still can't seem to wrap itself around HOW all of this is going to work. At least I know I won't have to worry much about discipline problemos- middle schoolers are terrified of pregnant women. Past experiences with pregnant mamas, aunts, other teachers, etc. has likened "us" to the status of fire-breathing dragon. They simply don't mess with anyone growing a human being---out of complete fear. If intimidation weren't enough, they certainly don't want to go down as the kid who made their teacher go into labor, because, well, its just gross (I know I joke that my school is a cross between a Kayne West video and the Animal Planet. There is no need to go adding the Discovery Channel in there).
Off I go to plan vocabulary units and dream of riding a raft down a twisting slide...
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