Stress

Yesterday was a very stressful day for me. I kind of had a meltdown at work when I realized how much I had to do before maternity leave, and how little time I have remaining. In addition, I've been stressed about registering for classes next semester. Yes, I know... I'll have a baby to worry about, but I've been tempted into considering registering for two classes in the spring-- both seminars, and both that meet only one afternoon a week. The thought that I could knock 6 credits of laws school out and only be gone from my precious baby for 4-5 hours one afternoon is very tempting. But the problem is, in order to register for those two specialized law seminars, I had to apply for them, and the professor will pick the students he'd like to register for that class. Basically it's a lottery.

Stressful!

Last night the stress resulted in me having a very common nightmare. I dreamt that I was driving a tractor for my dad on the ranch. The tractors change shape, but the common thread of these nightmares is that I'm driving a 150 thousand dollar piece of equipment around, and I can't get it to stop. I have a runaway tractor! Usually the dream results in me running though fences, running into a haystack, or somehow breaking a tire. Ultimately I'm a nervous wreck because I have to tell my dad, my boss on the ranch, that I broke the tractor.

When I woke up from this common nightmare I was so relieved. Hey, I may be having this baby in 5-8 weeks. I might be on the downward slope of the law school semester. Work might be stressful. But I didn't wreck a very expensive tractor-- life could always be worse.

That thought consoled me all morning. (And I'll find out about my classes later today, whether I made the lottery or not.)