jitters

I think I am getting ill. I have that creepy headache-behind-the-eyes one gets when a flu is about to strike. Or, it could just be an effect of my sleep deficit. Last night I was really angry about something, and cried for a while; after that, I couldn't seem to sleep and stayed up until 2:00 reading The Fountainhead. The final stretch of pregnancy is getting to me .

My bump is like a shelf. When I am sitting down I could rest a of cup of coffee and a muffin on it. My braxton hicks contractions are starting to hurt.

I went on maternity leave this week (a bit early) because a) I have been struggling physically b) I think the baby's going to come early and c) the office is in crisis with the investors and I'd say it is a blessing not to have to pay me for this month. I need to race around and get all the baby gear together, and try to look after myself a bit better. You know you are apathetic when you eat cereal for two out of your three daily meals and pizza for the third. I also need to get a pedicure, as I can't reach my feet any more.

housewives
I also spent some time socialising with a few of the full time moms on my new street today. All come from (self-described) high-powered careers in things like PR. I wouldn't describe my marketing career as high-powered really. I mean, it has been a little stressful at times, but nothing unusual. More interesting was the concern they all have with renovating the house and interior design. Obviously, the family who sold this house to us was not keeping up with the Joneses, as it were. Everybody else seems to have skylights, expensive duvets, curtains that match the couch, playrooms, elaborate gardens, etc. I'm glad we at least stuck in hardwood floors and some antique mirrors. And repainted. Not that I feel compelled to compete with the neighbors, mind you.