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Thursday, March 20, 2003
thirteen weeks - 09:30 AM
things are still going well with my pregnancy. i'm still feeling a bit off most days & still very tired too. i'm really keen for the second trimester to kick in, which they reckon is quite enjoyable & where you experience huge amounts of energy. i'll be thirteen weeks pregnant as of tomorrow, & that's officially the third trimester mark, so hopefully it's not too far away.
i'm not as desperately hungry as i was before, but i found out the other day that i can't stomach junk food as well as i could before. i dropped some photos in at the shops & they were going to take an hour & a half, so i decided to see a movie while i waited. 'maid in manhatten' was the one that most appealed of the movies playing right when i was looking. nice & light & fluffy. i'm a bit delicate these days when it comes to blood & gore, so light & fluffy is good. they had a session playing in the gold class cinema, which seats only about twenty or so people & has moran recliners set up in couple seats instead of the usual uncomfortable chairs. it's usually quite expensive, but during the daytime they discount the price to about as much as the normal seats cost at night time, only $14, so i thought to myself, "why the hell not?!" & i bought myself a gold class ticket.
it was lovely. i had my snacks laid out on the little table with my seat pushed all the way back so that i was lying almost horizontal. very nice indeed. it was like watching a movie in the comfort of your own home, but better, because of the big screen & surround sound, not to mention the waiters available to serve you drinks (alcoholic if you wish) & snacks.
anyway, i had a small selection of lollies (four fantales, three sherbies, three redskins & about five other assorted soft lollies .. like i said, only a small selection compared to what i would usually partake of) & a packet of chips (potato crisps, i mean, not hot chips). in hindsite, i think it was the chips that did me in. by the time i was halfway through the packet i felt as though i'd had enough & i probably should have stopped there, but i had a bottle of water with me to offset the saltiness so i just kept eating.
i was fine until the end of the movie when i got up to leave. i didn't actually get sick or anything, but i felt really grotty for about an hour. i purchased a small amount of watermelon & ate a few pieces, which helped a little bit, but i think i've learned my lesson now. my body really does know what it needs .. & it doesn't need greasy, salty chips. at least not a whole packet.
i've been having terrible trouble sleeping. a lot of nights i'll lay there feeling really uncomfortable, thrashing about a few times until i can lay still for about fifteen seconds, when my legs then become terribly uncomfortable & i have to thrash about some more. some nights a hot shower has helped to relax my back & legs a bit, but last night it was too hot to do that. poor shroom. he's been doing very well putting up with my thrashing & loud sighs & desperate pleas of "please move your hand, it's really hot!"
they reckon you can be really moody while you're pregnant, crying uncontrollably or laughing maniacally (or a combination of both) at the drop of a hat, but i've been doing pretty well. shroom has even confirmed that i haven't been that much different to usual. yesterday though, i think i had my first sign of emotional instability. i arrived home from being at the shops to find that a cat (evil creature) had attacked a poor little mickey bird, ripping his throat right open. it was interesting from a clinical point of view, because i could see where he'd just eaten (or maybe he was about to regurgitate) some seeds. there were lots of seeds just sitting in his throat, ready to move one way or the other.
i don't think he'd been there very long, because i'd only been away a few hours & when i picked him up by the foot his body was still soft & flexible. i ended up throwing him over the fence into our front yard so that when i let mcgarnicle out he wouldn't be tempted to eat him. yech.
after throwing him over the fence, as i unlocked the downstairs door to let the dog out, i thought of the poor little bird & almost started crying. i mean, yeah, it was sad, but i've never cried over a dead bird before .. at least not one that i didn't know personally.
so if this is all the emotional upheaval that i experience, i guess i'm doing well. time will tell.
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