A blog about babies: the babies I lost, the babies I never had, the baby who made me a Mama.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Back to School; or, Back to Life

I'm up at 6:45 am because I'm going back to teaching for the first time in two weeks. I keep thinking about the fact that at the last class I taught, I thought I was still carrying a healthy pregnancy. I was puking between my courses. I scarfed down two slices of pizza at a staff meeting. I drove home and puked some more.

And then the next morning everything changed.

I really don't want to go back. I want to curl up in a ball in my bed and drink tea and hold my hot water bottle and watch bad tv. But my students have missed out on a week-and-a-half of their course. And while they wouldn't mind never coming back in again, I'm sure, I can't let them down like that.

Only three weeks left. I can make it.

I guess that's what being a grown-up is about.


  1. You can do it! I just hope your students don't ask a bunch of stupid or awkward questions!

  2. Boo! Just keep thinking how its over in only three more weeks. Sometimes being a grown-up is no fun.

  3. Maybe getting back to your routine will be a little bit of a distraction? Although I'm sure it's never far from your mind.

    3 weeks. You can do it.

    I hope you eat lots of yummy food this week and get lots of comfort from your family this week.