And here we are again.

I am finally done with my newest semester. Although I can scarcely believe it, I pulled a 4.0. I'm really, really proud of myself.

W. got a great promotion, so we went on a rediculous spending spree this weekend. I got new jeans, an awesome sweater on clearance, we got a new radio for the car, W. got a new hat, we got a graduation present for my friend C, and I got three books: The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks, Mrs. Frisby and The Rats of Nimh (35th anniversary addition and another one I can't remember the title of at the moment. B2 also got a bug book, which I have memorized from reading so often.

I have an appointment next week with my advisor and a graduate student to try and set up some lab time this summer. I would be participating in a study that looks at PTSD and children. They are working in conjunction with our local children's hospital. It is an excellent hospital, they took care of Alex for a while after he was born. I'm really looking forward to it. I would love to learn more about this, especaily because I'm looking to make this my specialty. Ideally, I want to work with veteran's. Perhaps I can focus my thesis on formulating a more universal treatment for PTSD. I was told that the government is expecting around 2/3rds of the soldiers currently overseas to return home with PTSD to some degree.

We are still trying to get pregnant again. It has only been two cycles since my miscarriage, yet I'm still horribly disappointed. It doesn't help that I read in my Biopsych book that it has been clinically proven that raised cortisol levels can have an affect on fertility. And I always thought the whole "relax and it will happen" axiom was a pile of horse manure. I am not good at relaxing.

In addition to trying to catch up on my fun reading and stitching I've decided to try and teach myself HTML. It will be interesting to see how long I can keep that up. In the meantime, I think I'm going to borrow a blog template to jazz this up. Maybe sometime soon I can design my own. With three months off school, I almost don't know what to do with myself. I still hate my job. I keep hoping I'll win the lottery and become a woman of leisure, but so far it isn't looking so hot.