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Here are some pictures of graduation (my brother and in-laws came and then we all had a big dinner at Cheesecake Factory. Yum! Thanks Zimmerman-Fiscos!)

Ellen, Abbie, and me

Belly pic…sort of (it was windy and the robes are big so it’s kind of hard to tell where my belly begins or ends)

And don’t worry about me being bored now that school is OVER! I have a lot of projects to do. I’m currently working on:

  • finding funding sources for the National Marfan Foundation conference and then writing grants for those funds
  • editing some articles for NetWellness
  • finishing an evaluation tool for Columbus Urban League
  • mailing out Christmas cards
  • a baby bib
  • Christmas shopping/wrapping presents

Soon I’ll be starting:

  • the Twilight series (per my promise to Megan)
  • trying out my breadmaker

Of course there are also the more basic tasks of getting ready for the baby, grocery shopping, organizing the apartment for the movers, and eating (yes, some days this seems like a task because I’m not in the mood to cook at ALL).

I am so happy 🙂


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With 59 days to go till my due date, I am DONE!  Sunday, Maya will officially become Maya, MPH.

Random fact: My mom graduated with her Masters from OSU at the Schott on Dec. 14th, 1994.  So, same location, same date, same school as me, just 14 years before!

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Take That, Exams!



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Crazy People (aka women who get glee out of freaking out pregnant women)

Ok, first of all, I passed out asleep in class for the first time in AGES. I sat down, opened up the powerpoint, and promptly fell asleep with my computer in my lap. Classy! But, this all worked out b/c today’s class was all about child hazards. And really, who needs to freak out about everything bad that can happen to kids before the baby is even born?

Me, apparently.

After class, this woman comes up to me and asks when I’m due. I tell her and she laughs and says “That’s what you think!” So I replied that yes, it *is* what I think because I am going to induce if the baby makes it to his/her due date. She then feels the need to tell me that it’s unhealthy to induce a full-term baby!  I said “Oh well I want my husband there for the birth and besides, I was late and a meconium birth and seeing as I almost died from that, I would never let a child of mine go very much past his/her due date.”

(I did not explain about me being high-risk because I could just see her saying it would be better I die than use an epidural or something crazy like that.)
Her response? “Ugh. It’s so sad when one little bad experience makes a woman scared to do the right thing.” Ummmm? Just guessing here, but I doubt my mom would classify that as a “little bad experience.”

The whole conversation wouldn’t have been too bad if she’d stopped there, but she didn’t. She went on to first lecture about how the longer the baby is in the womb the better: always. “In fact,” she told me, “pretty much all the babies in my family baked for TEN months!” I was so close to telling her that ANY full term baby “bakes” for 10 months b/c 40 weeks = 10 months, but I just wanted the conversation to be over. From there, she decided it was her duty to tell me all about bad birth stories. She delivered her 2nd child in the bathtub alone, for instance, because her doctor and (now ex) husband didn’t believe she was in labor. Another woman her midwife knew had a one minute labor, and so on and so forth.

I finally had to turn my back on her and walk away while she was talking and just wave goodbye over my shoulder because she would NOT quit talking or take a hint.

What is it with women that they 1) think it’s OK to criticize another woman’s birth plan to her face and 2) tell a first time pregnant woman all her horror stories? Ayiyiyi!

Anyone else want to share the crazy things crazy people told them?


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Bring it On

So you tell me today I have 2 weeks to write the equivalent of my thesis? But really just one week so I still have one week to do analysis?

Bring it on.

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Here’s to Dear Old Granville…

…here’s to the blue and white.
Oh may we always cherish
Your standards ever bright.
So here’s to dear old Granville
We raise our voice in song
To tell to all from far and near


I’m pretty sure I left out a line or two, but oh well. In any case, last night was the Homecoming game for my high school. I don’t keep track of that sort of thing anymore, now that Matt and I graduated and Gabriella moved, but now Matt is a sports reporter for the Newark Advocate, covering HS football. He begged and pleaded and was finally granted permission to cover our alma mater’s Homecoming game (apparently objective reporting is overrated in small towns). I decided to take advantage of the lovely weather and join him. I am trying to soak in everything about this fall that I possibly can because it’s my favorite season and California doesn’t really have one. I think you would all agree that small town high school football games are a quintessential part of an Ohio fall.

So, I bundled myself up and battled rush hour traffic to make it to my hometown in time to get parking. The leaves are just beginning to turn, which certainly helps to beautify 70. The stands were already filling up when I got there, 45 minutes till kickoff. In Granville I can’t turn a circle without bumping into someone I know (just ask my family haha) so it took maaaaaybe 10 steps into the stadium before I ran into the Gresses and the Plutes (at about the same time). Over the course of the evening I got to catch up with Coach Simmons and several other teachers and neighbors. Matt let Blake, Tony, and me watch the game from the press box. Definitely cool. Also cool was the fact that we annihilated Whitehall. By halftime it was something like 52-0, with Whitehall only making ONE first down.

The band looked great! Matt and Blake convinced the announcer to introduce our director as “Granville Music Legend John Krumm,” which of course mildly embarrassed him. I left to go home shortly after halftime but took a few minutes to catch up with him. I guess he asked the band the other day who remembered who I was and only about 3 or 4 hands went up. Yes, next year I will officially be old.

And here is Matt’s article.

Before I head off to Alisa’s wedding reception and the movies with Christina and company, a couple of updates:
1) Our baby is apparently a fan of Carrie Underwood (YES! Bwhahahaha!) and Daddy singing Ayreon’s remake of Daydream Believer.
2) It appears as thought OSU is going to let me graduate. My fingers remain crossed.

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I’m going to vent for a moment. This is my last quarter at OSU. I have worked my rear off to ensure that I would graduate early. Because of being sick this summer, I’m basically doing 23 credit hours this quarter to ensure that I graduate. I’m not complaining about this, just stating a fact.

However, OSU gave us FOUR days to turn in our applications to graduate. They did not offer us the opportunity to do this before classes started. Graduation was not discussed with us by anyone. The form was not made available on our college website. We were sent 1 email, 4 class days before the form was due. Then, they can’t understand WHY I didn’t get it turned in.

Yes, it’s my fault. In my defense, I was in the process of moving many of my things into storage during that week so Erin could move in. It was just a smidge of a stressful time. I would have done this earlier (I mean, I had all summer!) if that had been an option.

As a comparison, at Case we had until a month before graduation to fill out our form. It was available in several locations and I think we got emails about it for quite a while before hand (maybe since junior year?). This is just another example of how OSU goes out of their way to make things difficult for their students.

I just got off the phone with a couple diff. offices, pleading my case. It appears as though if I get the paperwork in through 2 diff. offices with a letter from my dept. head included by Friday that I may be able to graduate. What isn’t clear is whether or not I’ll be able to actually walk, which is really all I care about. I want to get my salmon hooded robe and march my preggo self across that stage and say THERE! I GOT MY MPH EVEN THOUGH HALF THE TIME IT REALLY SUCKED AND I HAD TO BE APART FROM MY HUSBAND FOR MONTHS!

Please OSU, don’t deny me that satisfaction.

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