Kiss My Aspirations.
Mood:  happy
Topic: Pregnancy
Last night on the phone, Ben finally delivered the news to his mother than I am pregnant. It was way overdue, what with my belly being the size of the Midwest and all. It wasn't like we were going to sneak it past her.

Her reaction? She laughed, he said. But a nice laugh. Not a Dr. Evil laugh or a Boris and Natasha laugh; just a laugh. I see her point. A woman my age finding herself accidentally knocked up borders on science fiction; it's definitely within the realm of comedy.

She also mentioned that with three small children, it would be difficult for me to work. I don't know about that; with three small children, it seems it would be far more difficult for me to stay home, especially since people would then expect me to accomplish things like housework and cooking. Talk about comedy.

It's true that at a certain point, some working mothers do not earn enough to financially justify the cost of the day care required to allow them to work. Me, I'm a paralegal. That is not an impressive thing to be, especially in light of all the Mensa and 99th percentile and starting college at 16 horseshit; people were throwing about phrases like brain surgeon and nuclear physicist. You might say I'm a bit of an underachiever.

But not enough of one! The fact is that I make a respectable amount of money, enough that even with the cost of gas and lunch and day care, the salary and benefits I bring in are more than enough to justify remaining in the work force. And do you know what that means?

It means that I am even a failure at being an underachiever. That is pretty funny, but I'm okay with it. My kids think I'm awesome.