I'm hoping that some of you can offer some perspective on this. I'm a full-time grad student in a very demanding program in the sciences. The plan was for me to finish my degree, which would be at the end of this year, and then have kids and be a SAHM for a few years, but life had other plans. We got pregnant a little earlier than planned and we now have a 10-week-old. I love her more than my life but she is not an easy baby; she has reflux and is very colicky. My husband is only home on weekends, so for 4 nights a week, I only get to sleep for 1, 2, maybe 3 hours at a time. I'm at work during the day, I come home to a screaming baby, and after I finally get her to sleep, I stay up late doing homework and tending to LO throughout the night.

By the end of the week I can barely walk in a straight line, and I can't add 5+7 without a calculator. Some weeks are better, but most are terrible. For the past couple weeks I've been telling myself that it will get better once LO starts sleeping better, that I've already done so much work towards my degree that I should just power through it. But I don't think I can wait for things to get better anymore. I have been so tired that I actually feel like this is how it feels when you start to die.

A year from now we'll be moving to a different state for my husband's job, so I can't take a leave of absence and finish my degree later. Quitting would be a huge thing and can't be undone. I need a grad degree for the career path I was planning on, and I have no idea what I'll do for a career when I'm ready to return to work in a few years. I'm afraid not finishing my degree will decrease my earning potential in the future when our family may need it.

Not working for a few years doesn't bother me, because I have always wanted to be a SAHM to young kids. But not having a career path terrifies me. I have always defined myself by my career, loved my chosen field, and I am so disappointed in myself for even thinking about it. Everyone I know will be terribly disappointed in me, including my husband, though I know he would never say so and he will support me once I really make the decision. I'm afraid that our daughter will be disappointed in me when she grows up and learns that I couldn't tough it out. I'm afraid that the day after I quit will be the day she starts sleeping through the night, and I will discover that I could have done it after all.

Still I am pretty sure that I'm going to quit school next week, even though I'm not at all sure it's the right thing to do. Thank you for reading this novel.