Hi all. Really interesting hearing about cultural differences, keep them coming.
Had horrible dreams last night, a colleague (in the dream) told me how much everyone else disliked me and asked my why I was so irritating. I should have biffed her one on the nose but instead went into instant "I want to be liked" mode and tried very hard to explain that I'm nice, but pretty a bit autistic and can come across as unfeeling and weird and demanding. She was unconvinced and said everyone hated me. I woke up wanting to cry. And in the dream she had 5 giant boxes of assorted Hotel Chocolat easter eggs and wouldn't give me any. Cow - I never liked her much anyway!
Poor DH is ill, some digestive system bug, and is really suffering - all is not very happy chez Yomping at the moment.
I am well, and extremely grateful for having pretty minimal physical pregnancy symptoms, heartburn was fleeting and has settled now, nothing aches yet, not even my back which is weird as I have a really bad back for years - BUT, my main difficulty is feeling like my freedom has been taken away, I am just so bored with myself. I am a bit of an adrenaline junkie and I have lost all the outlets for my energy/aggression/frustration, so all 3 are building up and last night I nearly exploded. Did a lot of crying over really trivial, stupid things that make me sound like a totally ungrateful nobber but do, in fact, feel really important to me - I used to ride my motorbike to and from work - now I have to cope with the impatience of sitting in traffic and I can't get past and keep moving
. I used to be able to run for half an hour, including sprinting at the gym, and race 10k or further semi-regularly, and now walking wears me out and sometimes actually feels uncomfortable all over the bump if I try to go any faster than snail's pace
. I used to go climbing approx once a month/6 weeks, or get some mountain time - adrenaline, physical and mental challenge, scenery, fresh air, the feel of the rock under my fingers, finely balanced moves across slabs, moving together with DH up long easy ridges, just feeling alive - and now I wouldn't even fit into a harness or have the energy to walk to the start of a climb 



. And on top of all that, even putting on socks and doing up buckles on sandals is uncomfortable now
. Felt very "woe is me" about it all last night, and itchy to do something, anything, to feel like me again. And I can't even go out and get hammered which always helps to make me feel better if I've got cabin fever. And I feel bad about indulging this self-sympathy, because actually I have it pretty easy and have had throughout the pregnancy so far, and if anything I should be grateful, not miserable. So I am a crap, ungrateful, self-indulgent person as well as being miserable!
Taking myself off to hide in a cave and not inflict my 
self on anybody else, ever again. Won't need to wear nobbing uncomfortable bras in my cave either
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