Cabin Fever

So, way back in May I had to leave my job. Why? Not because I didn't love it, I worked at a great petstore with wonderful people, had great hours and decent customers. I had to leave because of health concerns. Not only was I battling horrible morning sickness at that point (which when combined with the fragrance of a petstore made food unbearable. I lost 10+ lbs in my first three months of pregnancy), but there was a lot of potential risks for little raspberry. I had never owned a cat up until the year before, who I also had to sell - because of the risk of toxoplasmosis - so I wasn't allowed to touch any of the cats, or clean their habitats... I also could not come in contact with our turtles or any of our birds in case of Salmonella. Apparently hedgehogs and ferrets are no-no's too. We also had an extensive aquatic section, which I had to avoid, or be very very careful in. So, my doctor recommended I leave, or have my employer find me a position in which I didn't have to interact with so many animals. Yeah. Not so possible in that store. So I left.

Right around that time I decided to hurry up my degree and take my last two courses in summer school... so from May - June I was nice and busy. After that was the move, then MCAT studying. My MCATs were written a week before my baby shower, so I had lots of prep until then.

But now? Nothing. I know I know, yesterday I was complaining that my to-do list is a million miles long. But, hear me out. For the past five years I've been a Biology and Mathematics student at University, I've always had my hands full volunteering, running clubs and working at the very least part time. This last year, although I wasn't in school full time I was working fulltime at a job I took very seriously - I would learn as much as I could about all the breeds of dogs we had, all the different types of animals and even those we didn't sell, so I could be as informed as possible for the customers. I was constantly learning. As well, I was Assistant Manager - and had my hands full trying to keep things as organized as possible. I have always had something to occupy my mind with.

And let's face it. Making sure the nursery looks as perfect as possible, and packing a suitcase for the hospital aren't exactly taxing. I'm going a little stir crazy. I've been reading a ton of books, and cooking up a storm... but I'm bored. And the worst part? I know I shouldn't start any new projects, because in four weeks I'll have plenty to occupy myself with, but I really really want to. I also have a ton of ideas of things to do! Ah. What to do what to do... *whine*

Three weeks, Six days.

I have decided to do something though. I haven't picked one from my list of ideas, but as soon as I do I'll let the world know. It just has to be something that in a month I can take a nice hiatus from. Right?