Sighing
Sorry for leaving the last entry up for so long, leaving concerned citizens to wonder whether I was still 'rutting away' ;)
(And yes Jas, I also think the poem is connected to 'makan hati'/ eating your heart etc.)
Thank you for the hugs and concern. I think my mood-swings are definitely partly hormonal and partly don't-know-what. I was alright on Thursday (was on leave- could not get up thanks to nasty leg cramps) and Friday (had check-up and the sight of BabyNads waving away in the ultrasound and Dr J's banter always puts me in a good mood).
However, I think I need another weekend to recover from my weekend. Saturday was spent traipsing up and down several flights of stairs during the rehearsal and then wedding of a dear friend. Spent three-quarters of the wedding stuck in the projector room as I was doing her slide-show presentation. Thank God for Mr Nads' technical and emotional support. (Note: Never get involved in a wedding in which military-types are involved. They're not known for their tact and problem-solving skills. Following orders, yes. Thinking for themselves and being polite to those who are there 'just to help', no.)
Found out that traipsing up and down several flights of stairs, while recommended exercise, is not quite the done thing whilst 7 1/2 months pregnant.
I was glad to do it though- I'm assuming the bride was happy, and weddings of couples who you know love each other, and are made for each other and know exactly why they're getting married are always joyous occasions.
So now it's Monday, I'm back at work and the Monday Blues seem to be reappearing. Perhaps it's the sort of anti-climactic feeling I've been having since the wedding, perhaps it's anxiety about giving birth, and I know my hormones are somewhere in the picture, but I'm currently not feeling too well-disposed towards the inane banter of my colleagues (I used to be able to laugh at all the stupid jokes before), the stupidity and craziness of my bosses and the overall atmosphere of the Malaysian keparat environment. Oh well. I'm sure 'this too shall pass'
Sorry for inflicting yet another depressing entry on you lot. I really don't want this to turn into one of those blogs which make you say, "God, is she miserable again? But she's got such a good life! Maybe she should take a holiday in Darfur"
So yes, I shall keep on reminding myself that I have a good life, that all I need is a good cuddle, that ruts are, after all, surmountable things.
nads went at 14:14