I haven’t blogged in a while, just been sooooo busy, seriously I fall asleep at the drop of a hat and spend most of the day feeling like a zombie. I get up at 5.30am to get ready for work and unless I’m really lucky I’m at the office until six every night and reach home at 7pm.
Meanwhile my ever expanding girth makes it difficult to maneuver around and people’s insensitive comments makes it difficult not to smack them (a lady at doctor’s office-old friend of my gran’s- who assumed i was there because I was sick tells me I’d be less sick if I looked at my diet “you are really fat now” another woman tells me that being pregnant is no reason to let myself go which was really nice to hear as the baby’s really low position actually makes simple things like walking difficult and my water retention problem has me looking like a stuffed toy)
At the same time I’m going through a bit of a quarter life crisis thing (its a few weeks before my birthday, it always happens) I feel like Im just not living up to my potential like I should be doing something more with my life. I know I’m not alone on this as a few of my friends seem to be going through the same, “so is this it? shouldn’t I be doing more” dilemma.
My theory for myself is that I’m one of those “Jack of all trades, master of none” kinds who don’t have one talent that stands out enough for THAT to be what I should be doing with my life.
Maybe it’s boredom, maybe it’s over 6 months with no wine or sushi? I don’t know, all I know is that, apart from being extremely excited about the husband coming home and baby being born, I don’t feel very anything, I feel Grey! ja that’s it, if Grey was an emotion that would be my emoticon . . .
