You don't have a uterus, you wouldn't understand

I've officially signed up a GMAT course. I'm planning on taking the big test in July. Hopefully I'll start the MBA in January. The money is there, well if I get into SDSU. I know it's not the most prestigious of schools, but I'm looking for the skills to back up the career switch I made last September. To fill the holes. I plan on applying to all three schools in San Diego.

But if I tell one more person my plans and they say, "well, yeah, but what if you get pregnant?"

I'll smack them.

No, I won't. Because I secretly know there's no way I can work, go to school, and have a baby. I feel the nervous breakdown coming already.

Somehow my husband thinks different. I told him people kept bringing up this question and he was like "so what, you can do it?"

Thank you husband for thinking I'm Super Woman. Your never ending hope in me is what keeps me going.

It's not that there's a double standard, I think our gender roles are just different. The husband and I have all sorts of messed up "traditional" gender roles right now -- I've always supported us. Either way, there's some things I think men just don't get.

Women, we want it all too. Jenny, of The Simple Life put it well posting about Arlie Hochschild's The Second Shift:

In college I took a fabulous sociology of gender class where I read the book The Second Shift. It was about dual-earner households (where both husband and wife were working about equal hours), and raised the question: With both partners working out of the home, who becomes responsible for the majority of the housework? childcare? and upkeep of home life?

Across the board it was the woman.

Thus, The Second Shift.

I can't keep a house clean and work full time. I rely on my husband, but he's told me that's over when he goes to work full time.

I'd like to get this MBA, have some fabulous children, oh and maybe start up a really great Etsy shop. And always have time for my friends. And have a really fabulously clean house with super clean baseboards. And travel the world. I mean, while I'm getting started, right?

But sometimes I just want to come home and collapse and not have to think of any of it. Of course that doesn't get the house clean either.

Us girls, we hear this tick tick tick. And suddenly I become nauseated, thinking I need to plan every detail of my life out and that I should be saving more for my unborn baby's retirement and my own grad school fund. Oh wait -- that's backwards, right? Or maybe it isn't.