I should have been asleep hours ago, but I've been blogging instead. I have lots of posts that I've written because they needed writing, but will never see the light of day. I wrote two of those today. They're my eternal drafts.
Yesterday I stayed home from school for some much needed r&r and because my body went on strike after I ate fast food on Monday. It's been a while since I've eaten anything like that and I felt like I'd had a stroke. Tuesday, my body got even. I couldn't leave the house. My mom was babysitting my nephew, Cheeks, and since he's practically my baby, I hung out with him all day. He's such a little angel. It made me so baby hungry. I could barely put him down. He sat in my lap while I IM'd a friend and fell asleep on my shoulder. As I told my friend, I'm torn between the desire to be a wildly successful, jet-setting career woman and just wanting to settle down and be a mama. He pointed out that I'm capable of both; but I know that if I were to reach the level I want to in my industry, my family would suffer. I've worked with children for way too long to want to do anything but raise my babies myself. I'm going to focus on my career right now since I don't have a family and children yet, and take it a day at a time when it does come.