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There was a cookout for teachers during our lunch today -- I ate the lunch sweet hubby had packed for me, anyway, since I don't eat hamburgers or hot dogs (I eat turkey burgers, or chicken burgers, or chicken-dogs, but no red meat or pork products). The insurance/retirement guy was there with ice cream sundaes for all of us -- I guess I met with him in either december or january, and he didn't know I am expecting a baby! He was a little bit surprised. I can't remember exactly when I met with him, but I might not have even known I was pregnant yet! It blows my mind how much has changed in the past six months!

In a couple of weeks, I'll meet with a financial adviser to talk about the feasibility of taking long-term child care leave after maternity leave in the fall. I'm sure it will depend partly on me learning to stick to a budget, and partly on how many hours sweet hubby works this summer and fall (while I'm out on maternity leave), and partly on a little bit of luck/blessing.

So far, though, simply knowing that I have the option of deciding that I can't handle returning to work next year and leaving Peanut at home/daycare while I struggle through creating/translating/finding/learning new material and working with younger, less independent students has made me much more accepting of changing grade levels. My partner teacher keeps coming up with new things to put on our "pros" list -- not having certain other teachers' kids, working with a new team of younger teachers (two of whom are young moms, too), no state mandated standardized testing, etc. I'm hoping that sweet hubby will spend some time with me in the classroom cleaning out third grade materials, putting away things that are mine and won't be shared, saving all the files that I painstakingly created and translated to flash drives and an external hard drive, then wiping them from my school computer/school network, since I'm going to be a witch and not share with the teacher who requested the move.

I'm in the process of setting up a meeting with the recommended teacher from another school -- hopefully she will be open to me copying all of her computer files and such, and picking her brain about what I can expect from this new age group, especially as far as language and math skills are concerned.

I'd still rather stay in my current grade level, but clearly that is not one of my options at the moment.

My hallway team and a few other teacher friends hosted a baby shower for me and Peanut on Wednesday afternoon. I was impressed by the number of gifts that came off my registry -- it made me think that I did a good job in choosing things and also that I chose a store that is convenient enough for lots of different people. When I was getting married, my mama insisted I register at certain stores, but I wanted to register at others, so I ended up being registered at something like 5 or 6 different places -- and we received the most random assortment of things we didn't really want. I'm hoping that won't happen this time -- if Wednesday's shower was any indication, it will be much better!

I've come down with a little bit of a cold, or a relapse of allergies -- a persistent tickle in the back of my throat by day and stopped up sinuses by night. I hope it doesn't last long. I've started eating the honey again, even though I'm not a huge fan of honey.

Tomorrow is operation "kill the vines" in our backyard -- I'm hopeful that I can convince sweet hubby to complete this operation while I'm at yoga with my mama tomorrow morning, since I'd rather not actually participate in the yard work.

And here we are at 27 weeks!

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