And so, with the chicken pox mostly behind us, on Sunday, L left for a five-week work training program in Little Rock, Arkansas. When we first found out that this class was possible, it freaked me out a bit. I mean, he was going to leave me alone for the end of the seventh month and most of the eighth. But the alternatives were worse -- I don't think I could handle being left alone with a newborn.
And so, here we are. I'm hoping to use the alone time to get stuff done in the house, but let's face it -- I don't have the energy to do a lot right now, and I'm slow as molasses.