7 Quick Takes, Vol....I Don't Know

I'm back! It's a miracle of science! I'm back to my happy, shiny self now that I have found out that there is life after the Bar. So what am I waiting for? Lets quickly take 7!

-1-

The Bar exam was really hard. Florida is billed as one of the top three hardest bars in the nation and it delivered. I don't find out if I pass for a few months, and if I fail, it'll really suck because I told everyone I was taking it - so then I'll have to tell everyone I failed it. Ugh. I wouldn't be surprised if I did fail though; like I said, it was REALLY hard.  

-2- 

Life after the Bar is thus far very surreal. I didn't realize just how much of my mental space that test was taking up until we got home yesterday - and I got pretty sick. In undergrad, every time finals were over, I'd get sick when I got home - like my body had been holding off until it knew it could relax. Same phenomenon? Mebbe so. But it's mucho sucktastic while preggers!! I slept from the time we got home till 8pm, then back to bed at 11pm. I'm better today, but whoa - stress freaks a body out. 

-3- 

This summer has felt like an explosion of awesome on the net! Three amazing websites launched that I hope you're checking out. For those of you who are using NFP or FAM, please check out iusenfp.com - it's a great new website directed towards helping those who are using this method of birth control! 

Please also check out Great Sexpectations - which I plugged last time - and the ever-wonderful, 1flesh.org, which is a non-religious site explaining why sex au natural is le best. All of these sites leave me very encouraged about the fact that we can talk about these things finally: using NFP or FAM, demanding real healthcare for women - these things aren't about religion. They're about women no longer being second class citizens, about no doctor saying "your system is too complicated, so I'll just medicate because I don't have a clue what's wrong." We should be beyond that by now.  

-4-

Before I get all "fearfully and wonderfully made" on you, let me say that as much as I am so excited to be having a baby, I'm not that nutty about pregnancy. This no-smoking (the occasional cigar, don't freak out), no liquor-drinking (sorry an occasional beer just isn't the same as my nightly gin and tonic), and constant peeing is just the PITS. Obviously, I bear these things with the dignity and patience of a saint, but in reality, I'm just a selfish alcoholic! 

-5-

I want to dive right back into real life now that the Bar is over, but I sort of feel stalled. What to do first? I have neglected so much! So my mind starts racing with all the things I haven't done in months: I should clean, call friends, go to girls night out, organize the nursery, pick out a baby name, take a shower! It's just too much. I have thus far enjoyed two very length law and order marathons with Mr. Oram and watched one very disturbing movie (Fargo - I loved it). I see a pattern starting that is not good for my productivity. 

-6-

In reality, this should get it's entire post, but let me say it here: Mr. Oram is amazing. I fall more in love every single day, and this period of purgatory that was Bar studying was no different. My husband - who could previously be described as domestically challenged - handled all the laundry, dishes, cleaning, taking care of the dog, etc. for the entire time I was studying, while continuing to work his full time job. On top of that, he was kind, supportive, and cheerful while I whined my way through months of oppressive studying. (#firstworldproblems) He rubbed my feet and back when they ached, held me while I cried from exhaustion, and made sure I stayed hydrated and fed. His sacrifice and constant self-gift were such an incredible concrete example to me of his love and dedication. I'm grateful beyond belief! 

-7-

Hubs and I are considering moving. The neighborhood is sort of well, going downhill. When we bought our house, our little 6-house neighborhood was occupied mostly by the sweet elderly. Several have moved and now we have a neighborhood mostly occupied by those carrying the cross of addiction. The late night partying, domestic incidents, and heavy traffic is very worrying. Mr. O and I both grew up in sleepy suburbs where the loudest noise at night was a dog barking - we always wanted the same for our family. So we'll pray and wait and look...maybe this time next year we'll be in a new place, considering it took us at least 6 months to find this place and that was before I got really picky! 

   So happy to be back - go see Jen at Conversion Diary for more Quick Takes!