Dork Dork Dork

I really need to get over this perfectionism. No matter how much I chant the mantra "Strive For Average," I still have a hard time keeping things right-sized. For example... Today I had to give a 10-15 minute oral report in one of my classes. FORTY MINUTES LATER I shut up, after having sped through or skipped about a third of the presentation slides/material I had prepared. And I was worried that I was going to look stupid for having a shallow/incomplete report. I drove the teacher and the class crazy with the barrage of over-information, as well as kept my pregnant body from getting enough sleep for a few days preparing this sucker. AND I have other assignments that are now late because I put them aside while focusing on this report. I am a dork dork dork. Overachieving dork. I really hope Parker doesn't inherit this perfectionist streak.

Otherwise, things are good. Have to get Lance to take another picture because this round tummy of mine is out of control. So much fun! The third trimester hormones are taking their toll on my body, even bringing back some of the nausea, but the ballooning-baby-belly is worth it. After seeing me trying to walk-off an upset-tummy-spell, my instructor/advisor at school suggested I take it easy to give my body a break- maybe even drop a class or a teaching gig. When will I ever listen to someone who says that? In the mean time, I'll commit to taking a nap in the library before my 6:30 class. Even though I promised my friend I would call her today. Nighty-night.

xoxo