Well, it has been awhile since I posted last. Mostly because nothing super interesting or fantastic is going on.
Greg is studying hard for the CFA (Certified Financial Analyst) exam in about a week. It isn't required for his major or his career, but it is a good thing to have. I am so proud of him for working so hard.
Things are not really going well on the baby front. I know things will eventually work out. It might be soon. It might not be.
That being said, I'm looking at grad school options. It is stressful. I am not sure what to do with myself. Grad school has always been a dream of mine, but it also seems hard, unattainable. Greg has supported me 100% in whatever I want to do, grad school or no grad school. Nobody has ever believed in me as much as he does. There is no other husband like mine, requesting grad school literature for me when I was too wishy-washy and nervous to do it for myself, and then telling me I could do whatever I wanted. I have been praying about it, trying to have discernment. I am thinking I will move forward this summer in pursuing a master's degree in Liberal Studies (don't really like that name very much...) at ASU with an emphasis in history and non-fiction writing. Then I can write family histories, memoirs, etc. Hopefully work for the church, or at least be of service to my extended family at some point? We'll see. Still a lot of questions there.
That's really all. I have been reading books, but I hate spending money. On anything, really. (We still have a few hundred dollars saved up in wedding presents. For Baby Zollinger, whenever he arrives. I digress). I got a library card at the Southeast branch of the Jacksonville Public Library hoping to read good books, but the only books on the shelves are, shall we say, less-than-stellar love stories (read "trashy romances"). So even though it is painful to me, I sometimes buy cheap kindle versions of books and indulge in my literary whims. Greg won a kindle once at a business meeting at BYU, and my boss Bryan once gave me a Nexus for a Christmas present (he is the picture of generosity). Anyway, here is my latest treasure:
Call the Midwife was written by a nurse-midwife who worked in London during the 1950s (yeah, I know, babies on the brain). I had seen a few of the PBS shows, but the book is better. I have always been interested in delivering babies. As a teenager, my dream job was to be an ob-gyn (although I knew then that this was not realistic--I hate science and the sheer responsibility would drive me insane, I think). The other thing that captivates me is the stark, sweet honesty and the beautiful and bare account of love in families who thrived in poverty, all told in the first-person. Sigh. Social history. I love it. I would love to get my hands on the second and third books in the series. We'll see how reckless I get on Amazon this week.