Late-Night Library Date

Two married PhD students spending their nights together at the library.  How romantic. We're the only married students in the same department in a PhD program at the same time.  I think we've been the only ones in the history of the department.  We should get a gold star and a lifetime supply of Nutella for that.

Him: teaching 2 and taking 3.  Me: writing that dirty dirty D.

Mommy and daddy fell in love and got married when they were both broke, stressed out students.  And then you were born nine months after mommy started her temporary job because she didn't want to wait until she was a wrinkled up prune to have you.  She waited as long as she did because she didn't want to be knocked up while trying to finish her dissertation.  What's a dissertation?  Well...it's a rambling piece of boo boo that mommy is going to try to clean up and turn into at least one article and hopefully a book.

Speaking of publications...my contributor's copy of the edited volume in which my first academic publication is found arrived today.  Check out that Chapter 9, son!

Yezzir.

A few minutes ago, P got up from our little workstation to go to the restroom.  I watched him as he walked away and was just struck with the fact that the man I was watching walk away is my husband.  Like, at one time, he was just some dude out there, and now he's going to be the father of our children.  Like, wow.

Anyway, (sigh).  When I finish writing my dissertation I swear I am just going to cathartically scream for like 5 minutes straight.