Holy fuck, I feel … overwhelmed with pregnant woman-ness today. I feel huge and unpleasantly heavy. My back is killing me — I slept on it last night — woke up hardly able to move. I need to find something to wedge behind me when I sleep so I don’t roll over.
Hot chocolate tastes too sweet but I’m trying to avoid coffee, even though I’m so sleepy and desperately want some caffeine. Maybe I should take a nap.
The house is a disaster. I wish Chris would stop giving me the evil eye and just clean it, but I know it’s something I should be doing.
Also, last.fm can’t play a decent song to save my sanity, yet I’ve had it playing since I woke up, in the apparently vain hope that something good will come on.
I need a massage.