On studying, rolling, and wisdom (teeth)

The first (of many) projects for my Medical Coding & Billing class is here... and it is so insanely simple that I want to scream. More than half - I'd say a good three-quarters - of this course so far has been on Office Procedures; how to act, how to dress, what a fax is, etc. Now there's this project (an 800-word paper, big whoop there) on Interpersonal Communication.

*cricket*
*cricket*

It's like eating an appetizer, even though it is horrendous, just because you're insanely hungry. I want to get to the good stuff, damn it!

On to Bruce-news (since that is ALWAYS classified as "good stuff")...
He's amazing.

At 11 weeks, and a whopping 16.4 lbs., my son is showing some serious signs of fierce independence, with an adorable need for cuddles afterwards. He rolled over (from belly to his left) during Tummy Time this afternoon, and is still content to gnaw on his fingers while staring at "Friend Clock", the grandfather clock, in my in-laws' living room for nearly 30 minutes. Of course, he has to be sitting up like a big boy (oh yes, he does) or else there's a loud re-enactment of Chernobyll... oy. After such bouts of independence, my little trooper always wants a snuggle (read: "GIVE ME BOOB, WOMAN!") and really seems to love kisses from his slightly overwhelmed Mommy.

Finally, I had my three wisdom teeth removed on Wednesday. Let's just say that God and I are going to have a little chat about the creation of body parts that have little to no purpose, because OUCH. Sure, they knocked me out for the procedure (two were completely impacted, one was partially so), and sure... they warned me that that afternoon would be "a little tender", but CRAP. I was NOT prepared for the resulting throbbing, stinging, stabbing and otherwise painful sensations.
My word.
Of course, Bruce was completely unaffected by the entire experience and continues to bash his gigantic noggin into my jaw.

I think that's it for now... my "project" calls.