I don't know if it's the -40 something degree weather lately or what, but my brain is frozen. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing profound. Just the same old.
I have 60-some days of work left. Does it sound like I'm not enjoying my job? It's true. It's not what or who I want to be as a nurse. I'm starting to feel more comfortable in the job, but enjoyment isn't there. At least not yet. I keep hoping it's coming.
The days are getting longer. The sunshine is good for my spirits. I can see the road when I'm walking home from the bus. And if I act quickly enough I can take Bentley outside and play with him and his ball before the darkness envelopes.
My body looks strong. My face has filled out, my belly is round. I'm not making it to the gym half as often as I'd like. My energy is gone by the end of the work day. I take Bentley for walks, but I miss the gym. Working full time doesn't leave enough time in a day.
I'm starting to think Baby. I'd love to find a used crib in good shape. A playpen is where the kid will sleep the first few months. That we'll buy new. Mom is making blankets like crazy. I'll need a good rocking chair. It's starting to feel real. Crazy.
And that's about it.