Homework and stuff

I haven't really updated. I'm working on a big assignment for my creative writing class that is all about how our "quest" to get pregnant. It's a work in progress and I'm editing it down as I go for blog usage.

After nearly two months of classes, the work is finally beginning to get difficult. That, mixed with our crappy router is really making keeping up with schoolwork difficult. Thank goodness I only have one semester left at QCC before I officially move onto my elem. ed. program. Well, one semester and a big ass test. Despite all of my grumblings about school and the fact that I swore I'd never do all online classes EVER again, I'm really enjoy school. I don't know why. One class I'm taking (American Lit) I actually took a year ago and withdrew because I couldn't keep up. This semester, I'm really enjoying it. Well, except the poetry. Sadly, I'm just not a fan of poetry. I don't like things that have hidden messages. How am I supposed to know that a cold winter's night is symbolic for potentially suicidal thoughts?

However, I am enjoying Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I appreciate that she (among others) came out and wrote about controversial topics. I think it's horrible that within just one century, women went from being hysterical to having a recognized condition (postpartum depression). I was worried about postpartum because I had PMDD. Considering it's a type of depressive disorder, it's one of the concerns for developing PDD. I can't imagine anything that's made me happier than the birth of my son. I think it's sad that even to this day, men overshadow women and undermine their complaints (Andrea Yates, anyone). Unlike my condition, which is miraculously cured by getting pregnant (balances out the hormones) and giving birth (don't know why, perhaps because the body goes through a complete metaphysical change?) PDD is consistent throughout pregnancy.

I never expected this blog to be so down. I also didn't expect my schoolwork to hit so close to home and have the impact that it does on me. It's very strange how just a year ago, I had no interest in reading these stories and now I can't get enough of them. It's true camaraderie. Or I'm just going nuts like the woman in the story. Anything is possible.