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I am reasonably certain that a mocha and several chocolate-and-peanutbutter chip cookies do not constitute a nutritious breakfast.
I suppose I ought to do something about that, eventually.
It doesn't help that my sleep schedule is totally out of whack -- I think I got something like fourteen hours of sleep last night. Which admittedly includes a couple hours of waking up, dozing off, waking up again, dozing back off... Argh.
I wouldn't have such a problem with it, except that the pregnancy thing is complicating. It doesn't make such changes that it's not ignorable, but it draws attention to all sorts of things that might be pregnancy-related, but are also things I do at other times and just don't think about, except now that I'm pregnant I'm supposed to be thinking about things all the time, so everything gets SUPER IMPORTANT out of proportion to the way it would usually affect my life...
Also, it is surreal that this pregnancy is as mellow and low-key as it is. Presumably, at some point, the baby will NOT be so mellow and low-key, but in the meantime, it has a sort of not-quite-real-yet-ask-me-tomorrow quality to it that seems entirely inappropriate. I mean, should it not involve some sort of massively transformative, highly dramatic magical-girl sequence or something to signify its awesome and life-changing potential? (Well, I appreciate that it's not a time-delayed magical-girl sequence, because parts of that could be really inappropriate at the office, but you know what I mean.)
Instead, food tastes amazing, and I am fat. So, exactly how is this supposed to signal a change again?
I want my fireworks and ribbons. Moreover, I want to fit into a skimpy bustier and look good doing it.
This is all vastly unfair. *sulks*
I suppose I ought to do something about that, eventually.
It doesn't help that my sleep schedule is totally out of whack -- I think I got something like fourteen hours of sleep last night. Which admittedly includes a couple hours of waking up, dozing off, waking up again, dozing back off... Argh.
I wouldn't have such a problem with it, except that the pregnancy thing is complicating. It doesn't make such changes that it's not ignorable, but it draws attention to all sorts of things that might be pregnancy-related, but are also things I do at other times and just don't think about, except now that I'm pregnant I'm supposed to be thinking about things all the time, so everything gets SUPER IMPORTANT out of proportion to the way it would usually affect my life...
Also, it is surreal that this pregnancy is as mellow and low-key as it is. Presumably, at some point, the baby will NOT be so mellow and low-key, but in the meantime, it has a sort of not-quite-real-yet-ask-me-tomorrow quality to it that seems entirely inappropriate. I mean, should it not involve some sort of massively transformative, highly dramatic magical-girl sequence or something to signify its awesome and life-changing potential? (Well, I appreciate that it's not a time-delayed magical-girl sequence, because parts of that could be really inappropriate at the office, but you know what I mean.)
Instead, food tastes amazing, and I am fat. So, exactly how is this supposed to signal a change again?
I want my fireworks and ribbons. Moreover, I want to fit into a skimpy bustier and look good doing it.
This is all vastly unfair. *sulks*