mothers on the verge

Am back in the land of the living but still grumpier than hell. Will blog again when mood improves. Suspect I will feel much better when I am no longer limited to one glass of wine once in a blue moon, am forced to sniff other people's nicotine when passing them in the street (as obviously I am now a zero-nicotine zone) and can squeeze my ever-growing monstrous arse into normal jeans again (you know, the ones that don't have a stretchy humungous sock instead of a waistband). So, yes... my mood will improve in amazing ways post-childbirth. Sigh. Only 18 more weeks to go. Shallow? Me? Yup.

Sick with sinusitis and probable bladder infection. This low immune system pregnancy thing is starting to seriously suck. Back with you in a couple of days. Unless I come down with typhoid. Or the plague. Moan much? Yeah, I know.

Did Dinosaur art part 2 today. I still don't like dinosaurs but I do like teaching 7-year-olds. They're just so appreciative. I was treated with an embarrassing reverence all because my drawing skills don't totally suck (but let me get this straight, I'm no Picasso). I tell you, it's almost enough to go to a girl's head; if I was a teeny bit more insecure I'd be enrolling myself into teacher training college double quick. Apart from acting as an unpaid art slave at school I've been sleeping (the dreaded pregnancy narcolepsy strikes again) and working my way through the Twilight series for the second time. I love it even more on second reading, which is why you've barely heard from me in the past week - I've had my head buried in VampireLoveLand. Now, it has crossed my mind that I shouldn't really be reading books about vampires. After all, the Twilight series is kind of meant for teenagers (or at least, I assume this to be the case since