Number of hours over the weekend when I wasn’t feeling sick: 4

Total number of hours in the past five days when I wasn’t feeling sick: About 5

Point at which my printer ran out of ink today: Worst possible time

Number of times I screamed out loud at my desk today while grading the latest batch of essays from one of my classes: 6

Number of neighbors left who don’t think I’m insane: Yeah, that’s got to be zero

It’s the middle of the semester, and I’m still trying to figure out how to be pregnant (aka With-my-brain-seemingly-not-getting-enough-oxygen-to-do-anything-smart and Sick-most-of-the-time-either-with-the-pukes-or-the-puffy-headedness-or-the-exhaustion-or-the-SUPER-exhaustion-or …) and get my work done for my half-time teaching job. I really don’t know how women who work full-time pull this off. And if I had been teaching while I was in the FIRST trimester? I would have had to quit or would have been fired. If we women really want to get to a point where we are at equal pay with men, we are going to have to give up this whole continuing-the-species thing, because it is a serious career disadvantage.

In smilier things, most of the non-sick four hours yesterday was spent with Stevel and Sarah-Architect roaming the sort-of-lame Arts Festival at Virginia Park and then wandering to the very cool Arts Demos at SMC. Also, our stairwell has now been painted (green), and, after TWO years of living with half-stripped doors in our bedroom and without doorknobs upstairs, we now have painted doors WITH doorknobs. What a luxury it is to be able to shut Linus out for a night without having to barricade the door with random belongings.

In news of the WTF, why is my CVS selling this weird stuff?