Avert your eyes if you aren’t interesting in anything pregnancy related because I have a complaint up front. When a pregnant woman enters her second trimester, the norm is for her energy to resume, as well as her appetite and for most all nausea to subside. For about 3-4 weeks, I was morning sickness free. I ate breakfast every morning and began the day with a gleam in my eye and a song in my heart. If you read yesterday’s two (completely pathetic and whiny) entries, you’ll know that somehow the sickness returned and I spent most of the day in a doubled over state of “ooohhhh”. This morning, I ate toast first thing and I still feel sick to my stomach. The nausea is once again accompanied by a headache to rival being slammed about the brain with a sledgehammer and I, for one, am sick of feeling like a steaming pile of crap… like the kind that neighbourhood boy puts in a paper baggie before ringing the mean old lady’s doorbell. (don’t ask, just don’t.)

They say eat Saltine crackers to eliminate the urge to hurl all over your desk. I’m to the point where if I eat one more cracker, my upchuck will not have been caused by mere pregnant morning sickness.  No more crackers, dammit. Not ever. To make matters even more pleasant, the temperature in my office keeps dropping. Upon arrival: 73. Now: 69. Um, hello? Powers that be that control A/C in theWiliams building? It’s Claire again. I know we’ve had some air problems in the past and I know you’ve tried very hard to fix them but they seem to have relapsed. My fingers clink on the keyboard with the small icicles that have formed on my fingertips. I’m wearing fuzzy socks, fercryinoutloud. So if you could make it a comfy 74 or so in here, I’d be very appreciative. kthxbye.

In other news, I have decided to start doing prenatal yoga this Wednesday. It’s at this place called “Mama and Baby Love”; it’s very hippie. But the prices are good and I really need some other kind of a.) exercise b.) diversion from cleaning and gaming c.) time outside the house that isn’t work. All of my “friends” are grad students so I don’t do a lot with them outside work because a.) they’re busy and b.) I’m sorta kinda like a boss to them so it crosses a boundary. Sigh. I need to get some friends.

I was just attacked by a huge scum-sucking leach, i.e. a book rep. Those guys are so sleazy. You thought used car salesmen were greasy… oh ho boy, have you been missing out on book reps. Anyway, I need to stop looking at the computer screen for a while because my eyes are pulsating in their ocular cavities and I am ready to tear them out a la Oedipus Rex. And that would be really messy.