Friday was such a great day -- not night -- but the day was awesome. My 7th graders have had a bit of a reputation for years. All summer I dreaded having this class. I cried about how tough the year was going to be with "the worst clas in the district" (other people's words, not mine). I met them for the first time in September, and I LOVED them from the beginning. Are they a bit tough behaviorally, yea. Do they do their homework, no. Do I constantly have to tell certain kids to sit down and pay attention, sure. Are they disrespectful? NOT AT ALL. Are they awful/bad kids? Never had that impression since September. I really love this class. Friday solidified how they also feel about me. I walked into my room to teach them after lunch, and the class planned a shower for me on their own. They had no parental help. A boy made cupcakes with pink and blue icing. Another girl made cake pops and the kids got me a card and some baby clothes. The fact that they planned the whole thing on their own is just so touching to me. The girls wrote on the board how much they want me to stay.. One girl wrote: Lily is so lucky to have Mrs. _____ as her mommy. I could have cried right then and there. The resource teacher was in the room and she told me to remember this moment for my entire career because this class woudn't do this for anyone but me. I am starting to get emotional about leaving next Friday. I am sure they will forget all about me when the sub comes in anyway.
Friday night was rough. I ate a cheeseburger for dinner. Before I got pregnant I was vegetarian - when I became pregnant I started to introduce chicken and turkey into my diet - I haven't eaten meat for at least 6 years (beef that is) - I decided to get a hamburger for dinner (not my first hamburger since being pregnant - I have eaten about 3). My friends came over and I just couldn't stop going to the bathroom. I had to kick everyone out early. As soon as they left I thought the exorcist was happening. I threw up projectile style three times in three hours. Saturday I had the runs twice. My mom was convinced I should start looking for signs of labor because the same thing happened to her before she had me. I think now my body just couldn't handle the burger. I stayed in bed all Saturday. I ate next to nothing all day. I kept everything down until I ate a bowl of honey nut cheerios and drank gatorade. Two hours later I threw that up too. Today I feel 100% better. I lost 4 pounds. IDK if that has anything to do with how sick I was yesterday. I did read somewhere that weight loss, puking, and the runs are all symptoms of going into labor.
Hubby and I are heading to Babies R Us for the last time to get what we need and return some stuff in about a half hour. We are going to unpack the last of Lily's things and then rid the apartment of all the boxes so I can start cleaning one last time before she comes. I only have 3 more weeks of pregnancy.. I truly cannot believe it!
