june 9, 2003.

Ugh. I feel like shit. I'm not nauseated every night anymore, thank God - but I'm still pretty useless every third night or so. Tonight I had chicken soup for supper and it's making me queasy...so queasy that I think I'll forgo marking papers for my big cool bed. The Boy is watching the last Stanley Cup game tonight, so I get the bed to myself for half the night. Joy. If only I was allowed to sleep on my stomach...

I'm supposed to be feeling the baby kick now, but all the books warn me that first time mothers almost never feel it until much later on because they just can't tell what's a kick and what's indigestion. Hell, for all I know, the Sprout's kicking up a World Cup down there. I have no frigging clue. Still, it's kind of weird knowing that it could happen any second, or it might have already happened, or it might be happening now. I have no way of knowing and that's a bit - strange.

"In a month of such normalcy." - kissing jessica stein

Today I made a kid give his presentation in front of another class, simply because his lunch was at a wonky time (i.e. when I was teaching). It was kind of fun to make him talk about The Chrysalids to a gaggle of bored Grade 10's. I know I'm the only one to enjoy it; he told me so several times.

Smirk.