Summer: Where Rest Goes To Die

I've been waiting anxiously by my phone for my OB to call and schedule my BIG FAT 20 Week Ultrasound. I am not a patient person. The suspense of whether I'm having a boy or girl is killing me. For some reason I feel like I will be able to personify the baby, get to know the baby, and bond with the baby better knowing if it is a boy or girl.

When my phone rang at lunch time, I seriously jumped three feet in the air. When I answered it, the person on the other end was not the person I had expected. It was the Managing Partner of the Seattle firm with whom I had interviewed almost two weeks ago. They offered me a full time summer position! He asked me when I could tell them if I would accept their offer. I'm sure I sounded very unprofessional as I practically shrieked- "I can tell you now! I'll accept!" but I was so excited. Especially when I heard how much they were willing to pay me...omg. I would make a small fortune this summer. Ah, the beauty and glamour of working in a Seattle firm.

It sounds like I will be able to work on a couple cases that are being tried at the Appellate Court level as well as a number of high stakes construction defect cases.

The down side: I will have to commute to Seattle by ferry, every day- 1.5 hours each way. This means leaving my house at 6:10am and arriving home at 6:45pm each day. I will also have to buy a handful of maternity suits and professional outfits. For what they are paying me, I cannot justify showing up for work in a gunney sack or a bright blue tarp- darn!

But now that I will be making more per hour than my husband (no power complex here, I promise...well, maybe a little) I can afford to buy all three seasons of Desperate Housewives and a lifetime supply of fudgcicles. Oh the joy!