Well last semester I took a statistics class. The worst class ever and hardest. I complained several times to the Dean of Math about my teachers. Yes that is pleural. I had two teachers, and two that didn't speak good english. Like statistics isn't hard enough, give me two teachers that don't speak my language. I just knew this class was going to ruin my perfect 4.0 and sure enough it did. However I thought I was going to get a B in the class best case senerio but I got an A- and I couldn't be happier. It isn't an A but it isn't a B either. Somehow I must have gotten a good grade on my last test and final. I never found out the scores on either of them, but maybe I did good or maybe me complaining to the Dean got me an A-? Do you think.....?
I haven't blogged or done a cute updated pix of Connelly since his March birthday when he turned three. He is so fun. I have no energy because I'm pregnant but he has a ton of it. He loves to ride his bike and play with his friends from sun up to sun down. He believes he is pregnant too and he has a "baby Kate" in his belly like I do. We are looking forward to Oct. 13th as much as ever in this horrid heat. I hate being pregnant in the summer. I love summer, I love being in a bathing suit, and this summer isn't what I love because I don't look good in a bathing suit and I hate the heat.
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