Six Months, Final Stretch

So I just finished my last clinical rotation and I’m pretty sure my feet haven’t touched the ground in weeks. Not because I’m floating on air (though I am pretty proud of myself), but because I literally can’t see them anymore.

Six Months, Final Stretch

This is what determination looks like at six months pregnant - surrounded by textbooks, powered by crackers and sheer stubbornness.

My professors keep telling me how impressed they are, like they expected me to just give up when I started showing. Please. I’ve been planning this degree since I was fifteen, and this little one is just along for the ride.

Multitasking: studying and feeding the baby

My classmates have basically adopted me as their mascot - they bring me snacks, save me chairs, and pretend not to notice when I fall asleep in the library during our study sessions. Yesterday I woke up with a juice box and a granola bar next to my head. I love these people.

Two hearts, one dream

The exhaustion is real though. I’m running on pregnancy hormones and pure determination at this point. Marcus keeps asking if I want to take a break, and I keep telling him that the baby and I are a team - we’re finishing this together.

When you’re running on determination and pregnancy hormones

Three more months of school, three more months of pregnancy, and then we’ll have both a degree and a daughter. I’m growing a human AND getting an education, and if anyone tells me I can’t do both, I will SIT on them. I am definitely large enough.