My husband has been in school for a week now. That makes him a 2nd-year veteran, doesn't it? Things seemed pretty calm for the first couple days; he told me that they reviewed a lot. And then by Wednesday, he got stressed with the sheer volume of information he is expected to learn (sound familiar?). It probably didn't help that he got a little sick this week. He had a weird little bug or something that caused him to be a bit achy and tired, and he woke up with a fever in the middle of the night. Weird! He's fine now, and he was able to put in a good five hours of studying today. And he says that the puzzle pieces of this new neuroanatomy stuff are coming together. I like hearing that.
I have had a good week, aside from the moment on Monday night that I realized that he is actually back in school for another long year. He reminded me that 7:00 pm is study time...and I almost cried. I am also fine now, and I spent the week getting things done around the house, scouring Craigslist for baby furniture, and catching up with friends. I have great friends here, and I feel very lucky!
The baby is doing well (31 weeks). He's very active and kicks me a lot. Last night, we were "playing" with him. He was poking his little fist (or something) out into my belly, and we poked him back. Then he would move his fist (or something) about an inch away, and we'd poke it again! That game went on for a while. Pretty darn cute! I'm getting very excited to meet him! I get to have another ultrasound in a couple weeks (because I measured a bit small at the doctor's office on Tuesday), and I get to see him again!