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In about a month, I’d like to begin to go back to the campus gym and resume working out. However, I’m not going to hold myself to starting that regime up exactly thirty days from the date of this post even though that would be the most ideal. I’m probably going to wait until my body has gotten used to the IUD that I had inserted on Friday, although I’d like to say that I’m doing fairly well now. Given that the insertion wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world, to know that I’m not in that much pain and am going through no worse than the occasional mild cramp is a very good sign! Then again, I would be hard-pressed not to take the momentary pain of the IUD’s insertion over the more persistent ones that come with labor and delivery, especially because the IUD is going to play a key role in preventing me from having any more kids.
Anyways, getting back on track — I need to find ways to fill my weekends up!
Hopefully, Matt and I can make some time to go swimming. Having gotten a look at the pool’s open times, I’d like to find a way to fit that into my schedule. So far, Friday afternoons seem like they’ll work the best for both of us. Although Matt doesn’t know how to swim that well, he’s agreed to take me to the pool as often as we can go because I told him that I wouldn’t mind seeing him sitting out on the side of the pool — or even wading around in the shallow end — while I swam around. Having only somewhat recently begun to teach myself how to swim, I can completely empathize with him. I used to be afraid of the deep end myself. As a child, I would always swim beside the ladder in the pool whenever my father took me up to the military swimming pool. That might have been the only fun thing about being a “military brat”, as they’re so often called. To get into the military pool, we never had to pay a single cent.
I’ve always been a big fan of glamor and glitz. Whether it has to do with buying the most glittery eyeshadow that I can find, looking for the sparkliest lip gloss or seeing if I can find someone that will sell me a monogram cake topper at an affordable price, I’m always looking for the shinier things in life. As a matter of fact, sometimes it can be said that I take my earnest fascination with sparkly things to the extremes… like when I wore a rainbow shirt and gold pants with each other to school when I was in the eighth grade. That’s just how I am. Something tells me that’s how I’ll always be — I’m completely okay with that.
For instance, I remember when I had decided to dye my hair blond and pink. As the months progressed, more of that became pink and less of it was blond. While I was passing through the Nursing & Science building at school, going from my Anatomy & Physiology lecture to the adjacent lab, someone stopped me wanting to ask me where I got my hair gel from. Responding that it was from Manic Panic, she told me that her daughter was going through “that phase they all go through” in justifying her curiosity. To be honest, that was a little derisive of her. Not all of us who dress “oddly” are going through stages.
I’m so glad that I decided to go back to school part-time, scheduling only one course a day for myself. Although it does feel sort of odd leaving school an hour and a half after I get there, it allows me to spend more time with both of my kids while easing myself back into the routine of approaching everything full-throttle. In hindsight, this will help me settle into the idea that I don’t have to throw as much of myself into everything as I possibly can — I’ve always been painfully self-reliant, opting into putting as much on my plate as is humanly possible at any one time. If anything, my relationship with Matt has taught me that it’s okay to rely on others. But I’ve written about this before.
At any rate, today brought about my first History of Religions I class meeting! This class is supposed to focus on the Old Testament of the Bible, approaching everything contained within it from a more historical standpoint rather than religious perspective. Although I’ll be the first to admit that I have a rather limited working knowledge of all things religious, I chose to take the class that focused on the Old Testament rather than the New Testament because I was slightly more familiar with it. I know how God created the world, as am I familiar with Adam and Eve’s story getting banished from the Garden of Eden.
See? I’m open minded. I haven’t thrown my student bible across the room yet!
More about my first day can be found over in my parenting blog once I’ve gone over there to write about it, which with any luck will be in a little while. So far as homework goes, I lucked out in that the majority of my religions class will be reading — that, and Matt can explain anything to me that confuses me.