Last night we had some friends come over to celebrate my completion of school. This week I have been thinking about the time that has passed over the course of my Ph.D., and how long it has felt, while actually being very short in the big scheme of things.
As I begin the next chapter of my life I am halfway through my pregnancy with our second daughter. Who knows what will happen in the next three years. Last night my mom said she sometimes wondered if she should have told me not to do the Ph.D., because now she has seen how hard it was on me. I told her, if I hadn't done it, I would always wonder if I had made a mistake or missed out by not doing it. This way I have no regrets. Yes, it was miserable at times, but I did it, and it is something I never have to do again!