lack of mobility means that i have very little else to do except sit and read agatha christie books, curse at shitty daytime tv and whine about how sucky lack of mobility is. i wish wish wish i could go for a walk, even a short walk would be lovely. instead i just sit here, with a hot water bottle wedged under my buttocks, looking and feeling more and more like jabba the hutt by the hour. i did go out this morning though, to see the consultant at RUH (Bath hospital), and it has been confirmed that i will deliver there which i'm really quite happy about. i bought some new make-up while i was out to try and make myself feel less scruffy and gross. i paraded my newly made-up face in front of the cg when i got home but he didn't notice (of course he didn't, he's a guy) and i got fed up again (although not with him). someone told me the other day that i haven't really put on any weight except for my bump. i realise they were trying to be nice but fuck, i'm like the back end of a bus and it doesn't make it any better that people haven't noticed that my thighs have doubled in size and that each of my breasts could now feed triplets. i don't resent being pregnant and i can't wait to meet our baby but i'm also longing for the day when i can go out and buy some new clothes, shed some of this weight and feel somewhat normal again. talking of which i should go and wash my hair...just because i look like crap doesn't mean that i have to give up on personal hygiene too.
5:14 p.m. - March 31, 2008
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