now i'm smarter?

Wiseguy asked me a while ago if I did get my thesis done. Yes, for the most part (thanks for asking!).

I did have the defence – had to fly back to my university for that. (No physical complications except that my ankles swelled to enormous proportions!) The defence itself went well – although I stuttered through much of it, mainly because my external examiner is a huge name in my field – and I am so relieved to be done. Though I need to do more revisions before I can submit my final copy. My committee assures me that my thesis is publishable.

Yay for me. Another piece of paper to hang in my bathroom.

Will I end up doing a Ph.D. in the future? I never used to think so but now I’m feeling that it’s a distinct possibility. Don’t know how that would all work with a spouse and a child but DH says if I want it we will make it work. Isn’t he a great guy?

Anyway, the worst part of my trip was that the baby didn’t move much during the first day. At midnight I was panicking. I played loud music, drank cold water, poked his head, jumped around, but nothing. Finally, I decided that I’d drink half a litre of 7-Up and then if I still felt nothing, I’d head to the local ER. After I downed the soda and poked around in my abdomen, he finally woke up. And then, much to my relief, for an hour I felt his rage at being disturbed from his slumber.

Whew… I’ve never in my life been so happy not to be able to sleep.