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.

Bruce has a game he loves to play... one that Mommy and Daddy aren't too fond of. We like to call it "Rapid-fire Diaper Durby". The rules? Bruce has to poop his pants as soon as possible after the fastening of a new diaper. The prize? A stench unlike any other...

Aside from changing stinky diapers and feeding my bottomless pit of a son, I've found that Life has settled into a fairly stable routine. I take Steve to work in the mornings, and then Bruce and I spend the day together. Around 4:30, we leave to pick-up Daddy from work and play "Swap the Son", while I head into work for about 4 hours. At that point, I go home, feed Bruce, and head off to bed to start it all over again.

Since being a full-time Mom and part-time employee didn't seem like enough stress (both good AND bad), I decided to add "student" to the mix! I'm taking a Medical Coding & Billing certificate program through Penn Foster - online - with the hopes of finishing by the end of June. I started on Feb. 28th, and there are 44 lessons... so that's definitely a lofty goal. Not only that, but I'm planning to take one online class per Quarter through my work at the University. I'm currently enrolled in their Bachelors of Arts in Management degree, so I might as well make use of it while I'm still here, right? Who knows... I may change my mind about this last one.

Medical Coding & Billing, however, is a definite. Sure, it's not my first choice in a profession, but the healthcare field is one field that is guaranteed to grow like crazy (hello, Baby-boomers!). That means definite job security, good pay, and the ability to find a job in that field just about anywhere in the country. I'll be testing for my Certified Coding Assistant (CCA) certs once I've completed this program, so that should help me stand-out when looking for a position.

I think that's it for now. I got my three wisdom teeth pulled yesterday, so the happy-happy Oxycodone they have me on for pain is starting to kick-in...