Deja Vu

Today is a strange sort of day - feels like I'm back to the days of the awful first trimester. 

Nausea - is it hunger? Or is it eating too much? Or is it exhaustion? No idea.  

Horrid taste in the mouth - no matter what I eat or drink, nothing will get it out.  

And feeling tired. Just so tired. Have dishes to wash, and need to finish vacuuming, and to relook that hospital bag... but can't bring myself to do anything, except to sit down or lie down in bed.  Had to have my nap and woke up ravenous...

Belly feels tight, so tight today, lasting the whole day unlike the other days when it tightens and then relaxes after that. And the bump feels decidedly lower today, so Baby must have descended lower. And walking is harder today with the tightness...  But the weirdest thing I heard today is Susan's birthing experience - that Aoife was already engaged and then became disengaged again! Oh dear, I did not know that can happen! Baby, please stay engaged. I can't deal with this yoyoing around... 

The only thing I managed to push myself to do today is to dig out the waterproof padding  from the piles of stuff in the nursery and bring it everywhere with me - the sofa, the bed etc. 

Thinking of giving my tired legs a treat, I decided to give myself a nice foot soak and mask. The soak was easy enough and the hot water was just heaven. But applying the foot mask was quite another matter - I could barely bend to touch my toes, and suffice to say that Baby was not impressed when I stretched over while sitting down to get a better angle...


And before you know it, I am hungry again. Really hungry. Have noticed that starting from yesterday, it is a hunger that demands to be heard - loud rumbles getting longer and angrier. Brings back memories of the first trimester days, when I had to eat almost every 3 hours... though I did not have this ridiculous rumbling...


And the emotions seem to be acting up as well. Having a field day in fact. I watched a documentary called "Newlyweds: The One Year Itch", where they followed a few couples from their wedding day and their lives one year later. Some remain happy, some have doubts, one separated almost a few weeks later, and then the wife managed to persuade her hubby to come back because of her pregnancy (which seems like a huge mistake cos he said if they were not married, he does not think that they will still be together today!)... And it just left me in wonder and quite moved as I realised that Henry and I are into our 5th year of marriage and with a baby on the way.  

Next, I was delighted to find one of the teen flicks I like - "10 Things I Hate About You" - and had an enjoyable time watching this entertaining modern adaptation of my favourite Shakespearean comedy - "The Taming of The Shrew".  Made me want to go through my collection of Shakespearean plays as I wistfully think back on my younger days of literary passion.  I sense some regret at the passing of that stage of my life, as I stand on the cusp of motherhood. Sigh...

But most of all, I surprised myself by sobbing when Verona abandoned his dignity and serenaded Katherine over the school's PA system accompanied by the school band, as well as at Katherine's discovery of his betrayal and subsequent realisation of her love for and inability to hate Verona.  For goodness's sake, this is a comedy, not a tragedy!  I take back my scornful laughter at friends who had confessed that "Romeo and Juliet" make a crybaby out of them.


Tis a strange day indeed...




A sidenote:
I woke up to 2 interesting texts on my mobile:

• Nicki has finally popped early yesterday morning after being overdue by 2 weeks - a little princess, dear Maya, joins the Ruff household. 
• Chantal, on the other hand, has seen no action despite having stayed in hospital one night, after her waters burst.  Later in the night, she texted me to say she is home and still awaiting some action from her bud.

Well, it just goes to show that these little ones have a mind of their own; there's just no telling them what to do, when to come etc... and this is only the beginning...