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I'm going back to work on Monday. I don't think I've talked about it much here. I'll write a whole post about it, but yep...going back. My students take the AP test next Friday and my latest sub got a permanent job, so I've been writing the lesson plans for the last two weeks. I felt like I really needed to give the kids some essay feedback, so I went in yesterday and went over essays with them. It was kind of nice just going back for two hours. It showed me how crazy it is getting myself and Dylan ready in the morning! I gave up and had my mom come to my house instead of dropping him off.
I'm a pretty confident person, but I always get nervous on the first day of school. Having a new "first day" seven months later is even scarier. Because I kinda sorta know the kids. *Sidenote* When I was grading their essays this weekend, when I saw each name on the paper, the face popped right up in my head...even though I only knew them for three weeks. Crazy! But it doesn't work the opposite way...seeing the face and picking a name. And I always feel terrible when I don't know their names. *Sidenote over* As I was walking toward the classroom, I was ridiculously anxious! My heart was beating like crazy, I was almost shaky. It's crazy to have such a physical reaction when mentally I was pretty prepared.
The day went well. The kids were excited to see me and even though I was a bit rusty and it wasn't the most exciting lesson ever (I mean we were going over essays...), but I think it was helpful. It went even better the second time through.
I was EXHAUSTED when I got home! That's going to be the hardest part. I usually go back to bed after our morning feed/pump at 6ish. Now I have to stay up. I still get a lot more sleep than some moms, but I have always needed more sleep than average. It's only six weeks, so I'll live...
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Dylan had RECORD FEEDINGS the last two days, 22.5 ounces, then 23 ounces. I'm hoping he keeps it up and becomes a chub. (Neither his dad or I were chubby babies anyway.)
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Anything else? Nope I think that does it.
Oh. Today is the one year anniversary of our IVF transfer! I'm so happy to be at the end of this year and not the beginning.
I'm having fun with his outfits!
This is what I wake up to in the morning. A smiling baby just rustling around and making little noises. He's even got poopy pants!
(I only use a blanket when he's supervised.) I love this one!