Thanks for all your nice words and congratulations yesterday, friends! I also posted on Facebook that I'd defended my dissertation and was really surprised and happy to see how many people "liked" my status.
The defense itself went just about as I'd expected. I drank some black tea beforehand, so I think that helped me focus a bit instead of rambling on confusedly at every question they asked me. I was definitely a bit nervous right before we started too, though I have to say that being pregnant has kind of drained the anxiety out of me when it comes to anything non-baby related. In other words, I'm just too tired and deeply entrenched in thinking about being pregnant and having a baby to worry as much I as I used to about other stuff. Case in point? Yesterday afternoon before my defense I meant to prepare a bit but found myself being woken up by a text message from David. Oops. Well, I guess being well rested is just as important as remembering what you wrote in your dissertation, right?
Anyway, my final thought about having finished this last big hurdle in my PhD is that it doesn't feel like that big of a deal. I mean, before I got into a PhD program having a PhD seemed like a really big deal. But, as per usual with me, now that I've done it it just doesn't seem that impressive. That sounds more downtrodden and depressing than I really feel, since I do feel really happy to be done, and really happy to have my PhD. But it just doesn't seem as ominously impressive, if that makes any sense?
After my defense, as I mentioned yesterday, I went to dinner at Pizzeria Locale with my parents and David. In case I haven't mentioned it before, PL is a relatively new and extremely popular restaurant on Pearl Street, made popular by their enormous pizza oven that was shipped from Naples, Italy. The pizza and ingredients are incredibly fresh, and in general it's worth the wait time (which there always is) for a table.
Last night I tried their Finocchietta pizza without the finocchietta, which is a type of meat. So, in essence, my pizza consisted of broccoli rabe, chili flakes, and smoked mozzarella cheese.
Soooo good, people. Try smoked mozzarella on pizza asap. It was just as good for leftover lunch today, too.
Now I'm thinking about another quick afternoon nap before I go in for a shift at the Humane Society. I wonder if fewer dogs will pee on me now that I'm a PhD...
*Do you often feel less impressed by certain goals once you've accomplished them?