Blarg.

Nothing was really accomplished yesterday.  Ray managed to shovel both of our cars out with help from my feeble attempts (I know, I know - I shouldn't be doing shit like that, but I can't help but feel guilty that he has to do it all by himself.  And - I didn't over work myself or anything). 

First day of classes begin today.  Mine doesn't start until 1pm, so it really doesn't feel like school time quite yet.  I've ordered my text books, but have yet to receive them in the mail, perhaps this is because of the outrageous snow fall over the weekend.  Regardless, I am unprepared mentally and physically.  At the start of every semester I like to fancy the idea that I will get ahead of the game every time I get my syllabus.  I am really going to try to do that this semester.  I promise. 

I wish I hadn't cut my hair.  I was an absolute necessity that I couldn't avoid, but I miss being able to just throw it up whenever I'm too lazy to actually care for it (which is most days).  I can only hope that with the help of the prenatal vitamins, it will grow abnormally fast.  Though I loved water aerobics - I'm vain enough to not sacrifice my hair for it ever again.  I'm sure there would be ways for me to work around the hair thing by getting a swim cap or whatever, but again - I am far too lazy to care that much. 

With the baby shower next month I am starting to feel a bit anxious about the arrival of the baby.  We are not finished painting his room and we still need to tie up our registry.  Some days I still just can not believe we're having a baby. 

Ray and I went to the bank the other day and added me to his bank account.  I joke around and ask him from time to time how it feels to be pseudo married to me and giggle.  I'm not sure how funny he thinks that is.  Though I am kidding around when I say that, I do feel that, at times, I am in a more committed relationship with him than I ever was in any of my past relationships - even an actual, legal marriage.  My ex-husband avoided putting me on his account at all costs as I was so blissfully ignorant to immediately put him onto all of mine.  And discussing finances with the ex when he wasn't the ex was pretty much unheard of.  We lived as tenants the entire time we dated and were wed (minus the 6 months of home-owning and such).  You pay this, I pay that....blah blah blah.... which could be an entirely other reason for our inevitable split.  Ahhh, hindsight.  ...........Anyway.  Things are good.  They feel good and that feels - weird.  Heh.  But, I'll take it.  It's weird to think that Ray and I have already been "involved" half the amount of time that G and I were.  Those solid 6.5 years with him felt way longer than the approaching 3 has felt thus far.  I'm sure my age has a lot to do with it, but so does the fact that in those 6.5 years I was just playing house rather than partaking in anything concrete or valid.  Again - hindsight. 

I need to get in the shower.