Craziness

I have to remind myself on a nearly basis that I am not insane.  This may sound a little foreboding, and or like I'm losing my mind (which I may be).  I just didn't realize how much I was getting in for when I decided to work full time, take classes, move into a new house (and try to organize/arrange said house) and be pregnant.  I come home exhausted, start on my homework, pay the bills, attempt to clean (which takes a lot longer when you can only bend certain ways due to an ever expanding stomach), and think to myself that I am crazy.  I then remind myself that I had good reasons for deciding to do each of the things I am doing and that I am thus not insane, just potentially a little too ambitious.  Spencer and I are finally not living out of a suitcase anymore, as we unpacked our clothes and put them in the dresser last week, this is in part due to my grandmothers appalled expression when we told her we had been living out of a suitcase for two months...familial pressure, even more effective than peer pressure.  All in all, in all its craziness life is pretty great.  A bit fast paced, and if the last sentence is any indication a little to full of all's, but wonderful.