Today is my 26-and-a-half-th birthday. It’s Kitty’s eight. M. turned 25-and-a-half a couple of days ago. We have been together for half a year this week and I’m halfway through my pregnancy. I’m tired of people who react snotty when I tell them I’m pregnant while M. and I have been together for only six months. But I know I’ve been skeptical of similar situations in the past, so I suppose I deserve their disapproving looks. I just know that this feel right to me and I’ve never been happier with my life. I’m equally tired of unasked for, false advice. Why is it that everyone acts like they’re an expert on pregnancies? And why is it that so many people seem to think that alcohol is okay, even good for the baby? If I have questions, I’ll ask the midwife or someone I trust to know what they’re talking about, not some random person, kthanx.

I’m so incredibly tired. All I want to do is chill in bed with the laptop with food and my knitting within reach. I don’t know what tires me the most, the pregnancy, the mindless work or the allergies. It’s really hard to find something that I’m allowed to take that actually works for my allergy to pollen now that I’m pregnant.
Only three weeks and two days left untill my vacation begins. I cannot wait!