The reason why I didn’t get to visit my doctor was this stupid migraine which persisted until yesterday. It’s only now that I am able to fully recover and write. That throbbing pain was terrible. It totally slowed me down with this assignment I was aiming to finish by today. 10 articles by Sunday. I already submitted 7 and so I have 3 more to do later on.
After the fiesta events, everything has gone back to a certain normalacy. Except for the baby who seem to be kicking more strongly now. My sister still hasn’t given birth yet. I am both scared and scared for her. She told me she already watched some birthing videos. My heart pounds ever so faster each time anyone tries to show me how the entire thing goes down. I don’t know why now, of all time, do I start getting scared of seeing the gore and agony of childbirth (when I watched a lot of those before)? My aversion to pain and anything that refers to the birth canal is normal, right? Those pregnancy books I’m reading can only tell you so much. They don’t actually talk back to me and tell me that it’s going to be okay.
Enough of that. I am starting to get queasy now.
I plan to go to my doctor on Monday instead. Time to do that glucose test she wanted and to hear her reprimand me because I gained 3 kilos again! What do I have to do? Stop eating? I tried that but my baby kept on kicking my stomach so I have to eat.
Okay, so this is one whiny post. Sue me. I think I’m now 7 months pregnant. Eek! November is just around the corner and I still don’t know how to breathe.
Something to ponder…”We can never know what we want because living only one life, we can neither compare it to our previous life nor perfect it in our lives to come.” – Milan Kundera