I don’t know if you all know this about me, but I threw up the morning of the first day of school from kindergarten through freshman year of college. Like clockwork, I’d wake up, shower, puke, brush my teeth, then get ready for the day. It’s not like I was afraid of school. In fact, I am one of those nerds that likes fresh school supplies and getting back into the classroom. I just have a small (healthy?) fear of the unknown. More to the point, it’s a fear of change. What will my teacher be like? Will my desk squeak when I open the lid? Will my chair be tippy? Will my friends be in my class? Will I find all of my classes in the big new school? This is the neurosis that is my brain. It’s fine. Really. I’m ok.
Now, with the baby coming in a week, guess who feels a little like it’s the first day of school? Yeah, that’d be me. I’ll let you know if I puke the day before I go in.