the bigness

if i feel this big now, what's it going to be like in two months?

our elevator has been broken most of the past two weeks, so i've been taking the freight elevator and feeling like a bit of a spaz, doing everything i can to not leave the office if it's at all possible (we're on the fifth floor).

i just feel so huge! i'm outgrowing my preggo clothes even. my tops are all getting short. i'll be fine one minute, and the next either ravenously hungry, or absolutely exhausted, or desperate to get to the loo. everything is an on/off switch, there's no middle ground. the most exciting thing in my life right now is the time change this weekend: an extra hour of sleep! woo hoo!

i'm not really this unenthusiastic - it's just been a long month or so, with a lot of family obligations and visiting relatives and whatnot. all i want is a whole weekend to do nothing but sleep! and i'm not going to get one for a while! boo hoo, poor me. i'll get over it!

walk like a man

the sleepiness continues...

in other news, i am finding my behaviour is getting more stereotypically mannish as the belly grows. i saunter down the street with the bow-legged gait of john wayne, i sit with my knees as far apart as possible on the subway, i scratch myself in public and adjust myself when i sit down.

and now, in typical preggo fashion, i have forgotten everything else i was going to say.