Baby brain makes me forget everything and immediately, so here are some thoughts:

Do you burn more calories taking a plane or driving? My instinct is to say driving. Must explore.

The healthcare debate is similar to why people should vote - the more people involved in the process, the better the results always are.

Why do anemic people like to chew on ice (I’m sure the answer is a google search away, but I keep forgetting to do it)?

Dearth, to me, sounds like the opposite of what it is. Like, if a store has a dearth of comic books, it should have way too many and not too few. I must find out why I think this.

We are starting a magazine. It’s a labor of love for my husband, and I am attempting to support him in any way I know how. Luckily for him, he’s married to a Journalism student who’s finished all of her Journalism hours! Woo!

Boy children don’t like to draw/color as much as girl children do, do they? What am I going to do with this kid when he gets older?!

Lately, I’ve been waking up with a song in my head. That’s pretty annoying. This time it was Adele’s Rolling in the Deep. Last night, it was something equally as frustrating.

There are so many more that I just can’t remember, no matter how hard I try. My brain just doesn’t work.

The short answer is: almost nothing about the classes I should take or what I should do with my life.

The long answer is: Don’t do anything too permanent. My advisor is Chinese. She had her son when she lived in China, and they later moved to America so that she could get her PhD. She was still young when they got here, and America doesn’t have the one-child policy like China. She told me she was so busy in school and then on the tenure track to professor, that she and her husband decided not to have any more children.

However, now she is in her early 40s, and her son has gone off to college. She told me that empty nest is terrible, and she regrets not having another child. She said that having another one would’ve eased her into letting them go, but with just one kid, saying goodbye was all the more intense and upsetting.

She said this to me in one of the final moments of being my advisor. I’ll have one or two more meetings with her tops. She’s taught three of my classes, and she was one of the first contacts I made at this University.

I’m also 7 1/2 months pregnant with my second child. It’s tough to come to class most days. I don’t sleep well. Food doesn’t settle in my tummy. I don’t want any more children (and I definitely don’t want to be pregnant again), but my Chinese advisor, in a moment of truth and vulnerability, convinced me not to go through with a tubal ligation. I’m going to go with a different kind of long-term birth control, non-permanent, just in case.

I might get my master’s, and I might not. I might get some more advanced school after that, but I might not. And someday, I might change my mind about that third kid. There’s no need to brick up the window when I have the option just to close it.