Is it strange that I just touched up my make-up to participate in a conference call with people hundreds of miles away?

Perhaps.

Weirder still that doing so makes me feel more empowered and confident, which are both good qualities since I am leading this group in their last class ever as graduate students.

I should probably be more concerned with whether or not I'm a good leader, and I suppose I am a little concerned about that since I haven't even proofread the submission we are discussing tonight. I'm a little worried it is fragmented and disjointed, but I think that's to be expected in any rough draft and we have until Sunday night at midnight to fix it.

My group members are decent, when they contribute. One of them is fantastically smart and although he rarely says anything his input has been valuable and solid every time. One of them kind of gets on my nerves because he doesn't seem able to proofread anything and the other one never says anything except to turn in finished work.

Every day I find another reason to enjoy being a woman.

Do not interpret that to mean that I love being pregnant. I don't mind it, I suppose, most of the time, and generally it is just intrinsic knowledge that has yet to really impact my life in a tangible way, however there are times I find the inequity of the entire situation so unfair it nearly brings me to tears.

But then I remember something I recently heard by Candace Bushnell: I can have children, and I can have a great career. Not at the same time, but over the course of my life.

And I'm pretty sure I will be one of those fortunate women who gets everthing I want in life plus some.

Must lead now.