A month later and my blog is still being neglected. For the first time in a long time, I don't have a hobby to report. I haven't taken up underwater basket weaving or making my own underwear. I'm currently in my 7th semester of college, which is a time most students are beginning to plan for graduation. Not me. I've changed my major 3 times, officially, and it feels like I'm starting all over. I'm still not overly confident that this new major is one that I'm cut out for. Nursing.
I truly never would have thought I'd be pursuing something that would require me to clean up feces and stick needles through skin. I'm not really a squeamish person. I suppose I figured if I could handle witnessing an 8lb person come out of my vagina, that I could handle just about anything. Motherhood certainly is empowering. You feel like a bit of super-hero. Of course, I can't save the world with my vagina, but I'd like to think that maybe one day a portion of the world can be effected by my presence.
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