Showing posts with label cigarettes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cigarettes. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Begone intolerable nuisances

Oh I am so intolerant. I can't be bothered with anything trivial or picky or wrong and especially can't be doing with stupidity.

Grumpy grumpy grumpy. Everything has the potential to annoy me. Even the baby, if I can't find her or she's being faint hearted (ba boom).

Really I could do with a cigarette to chill me out. I'm not going to have one however, I couldn't maintain the smugness over others if I did. And there's the risk thing, plus one would lead to a craving for another. I'm not craving one just now, they smell icky off other people, it could potentially help the psychotic grumpiness.

I might try something innocuous. Like, erm, melon. Or maybe not. Ideas on stress relief for people who aren't allowed any known stress relievers another time. When I'm less ratty.

Maybe October.

Symptoms not really notable today. Soreness when moving, excessive thirst, very expanded waistline and a headache. That's about it.

The waistline is a pain, I am neither normal clothed nor maternity sized. Even my fat clothes are too small, but only on the waist, I may add. I am restricted to large sized elastic waists (leggings mostly) and one pair of adjustable maternity linen trousers. Fashion guru I am not.

Naturally, this makes me very cross. Most things do...




Friday, 11 March 2011

Miss/don't miss

Yesterday one of the boys had a boiled egg and soldiers for his tea. How good did that look? I so want a runny boiled egg. I won't, I'll be good, but I want one BAD.

Soft cooked eggs = salmonella risk. Devil's advocate argues that our eggs are from vaccinated hens, but it's a bit risky for the sake of a meal.

I think the worst for me is the lack of cold remedies, although I have discovered new safe ones. Steam inhalation does work a bit. Skooshing saltwater up your nose (which is as gross as it sounds, but I am a vision of phlegm and ick anyway) loosens everything a bit as well, as does industrial nose blowing. And finally, I have been attempting to massage my sinuses to alleviate the pain, and the pain is a tad alleviated. Who'd have thunk it?

I would really like some sinusitis spray. They don't know if it's ok. I don't want to risk it. Paracetamol will suffice, although apparently that could affect the fertility of any male foetuses as adults. Logic there is that damage will undoubtedly have been done by now. Go easy on the paracetamol and hope for a girl.

I don't miss wine. I'm relieved to have a reason not to buy cigarettes, which is rather pathetic, but I neither need to fork out the cash or deal with the smell/inability to breathe properly. So I don't miss cigarettes. I don't miss having to take painkillers, I can't take them but my neck is ok, achy rather than sore and I can live with achy. I can take baths again so that makes pregnancy worth it alone. Hurrah for hormones!

I might have a bath now, not being at work and all. Noone would even know. Mmmm.

But first, some sustenance to keep the nausea at bay and then to watch a programme about parents with 3 sets of twins. Which may induce a panic attack, or may provide calming thoughts of just the 2 sets.

One baby would be such a cinch. It would.

Laters.