Chickens With Their Heads Cut Off...

Graphic title. I know. I hope whatever mental image you just got was not too horrible. I have actually seen a chicken without a head though. My grandparents had chickens years back, and eventually the chickens became a meal. My cousins and I kinda helped prepare the chickens...

That is so not what this post is about though. Well not directly at least. I have felt like a chicken with its head cut off though. This last week has been absolutely crazy. Like ridiculously busy and stressful. 

Brett and I finally finished school for the semester. Brett loaded like 18 some odd credits for his criminology major this semester. Finishing with the ugliest finals I have ever heard of. I think he said he had a research paper due in every single one of his classes. Like giant research papers, ones that I would never even attempt to complete. The kinda that I cry in front of the computer over. 

I took some photography and photo editing classes this semester. I took classes that I knew I would enjoy, because when you are pregnant and in school, you don't want to be in school. I figured that if the classes were happy classes I might not hate life so much. The hardest thing I had to do was find time for homework. At least finals weren't too bad. I had a big shooting final that was nearly impossible to find a suitable subject to photograph. However, neither of us failed any classes, two thumbs up.

Then, there has been all this baby preparing going on around here. Like baby gear and stuff. However, I don't think anyone is ever truly ready for a baby. While Krista was here in April she helped Brett and I finish up some baby shopping, but there was still the nursery to put together. I recently finished the armoire for baby's room, attached bedding, washed some baby outfits, packed diaper and hospital bags. It's all so exciting.

Finally, the straw on the camels back. Work. Brett has been working a lot, like he always is. This is my last week of work before I go out on maternity leave. The last six weeks of work have been so busy. I have been trying to get all my clients in so that as few people as possible have to come in while I am out. I have squeezed clients into my books where I didn't even think they could fit. My last day of work is supposed to be the 21st if May, but at the beginning of the month I decided that I was done with it all. Done with being pregnant and done with working while pregnant, and on the 14th I clock out of work for at least six weeks. Maybe longer. 

So now we are on the countdown. Waiting to meet our baby and crazy thing is life is about to even more busy than it is now.