It went well. Great even. I have a number of things they want me to add and clarify, but it went well.
Dr. Advisor said "I'm pleased with your progress. This is a very good step forward" and at one point while I was explaining something to Cowboy Committee Member (and really kicking ass, I might add), Dr. Advisor was nodding emphatically and [gasp] smiling. It was a display of advisor emotion the likes of which have never been seen (outside of a collegiate sporting event).
Crying as I drove up our street in the dark fog this morning because as much as I'd like to think I'm not one of those people who can't leave their baaaay-beeees, handing a snuggly, asleep Wesley to Ryan and kissing a sleeping Charlie on the head was kind of a lot.
$24 for the cab to stop at Walmart on the way from the airport to school so I could run in and buy more breastmilk bags.
Explaining to Dr. Advisor that "I'll be ready in a few minutes, I am going to go 'make some babyfood'" before sneaking into an unoccupied faculty office to pump.
Chasing (he's a fast walker. He once told me "successful people walk fast") Dr. Advisor across a frozen, grassy lawn in HEELS on the way to the engineering building.
TWENTY DEGREES AND FREEZING DRIZZLE. TWENTY! DEGREES! FREEZING DRIZZLE! TWENTY! So glad I didn't wear a skirt. So badly wish I'd brought A COAT (One might think someone who has nearly completed a PhD in WIND SCIENCE would think to glance at weather.gov before heading out the door, but you would be wrong!).
Anyway. It was very good. My defense date is the first Thursday in March.
Ryan and the boys met me for hamburgers "after pickup" just like the two earner households do.
And now I am going to go get in the shower until my hot water heater falls to its knees and begs for mercy because I AM STILL COLD (TWENTY!).