june 8, 2003.

Last night we went to Mother Theresa's house for movies & nachos. I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but we went over last Sunday to hang out and see what surprise Theresa had for me (it turned out to be a very snazzy black maternity outfit). Her roommate goes to Wasaga Beach every weekend in the summer, and Theresa used to go with her...but she's getting so into having the house to herself on the weekends that she says she may never go to the Beach again.

It's interesting being with her - not quite like the kids my age, but not really like adults either. I'll have to think more about how to describe it.

The night before we did something extremely heavy: we used some free movie passes to see The Pianist. I know that everyone in the world has seen it before us, so I won't bother discussing it. It rendered us speechless. The entire 2 1/2 hours was a struggle not to cry, because I knew that if I started I would never stop. It was just - wow. A king hell of a movie and way better than Macbeth.

Since this was the weekend of doing stuff, we also went to Stacy's for brunch today, to see her clothes and meet the elusive John Doe. Man, I miss being able to fit in Stacy's clothes. She kept encouraging me to pick out stuff for after the birth, but I just can't visualize it right now. I'm feeling really pregnant this week - my belly is becoming the Belly, and soon it will move to all caps. I have about 8 outfits that fit me at the present time, and they're all new.

We did manage to use the Belly for humour, though - we spent a good five minutes planning a PVC fetish outfit that would leave the Belly entirely bare. I suppose I'd be fighting off lactation fetishists the whole night, but man - it'd be worth it to bring an enormous pregnant belly to Queen Street.