Depending on which scan you look at.
I really don't think he'll last that long. If I stay too long in 1 position (for example, the worst - sleep) when I get up I feel as if my hips are going to dislocate. Quite apart from the entirely overwhelming need to relieve my bladder from Him Indoors and his somewhat large bulk resting upon it.
But I tell you what though, apart from the hips and the various vein leg, which has been pretty constant throughout, I have had *nothing* of the extremo nightmares of last time. I can sleep lying down (gaviscon permitting); I've never had to take my rings off for swelling reasons; once actually on my feet, after the first few agonising steps, trolling along is really relatively ok even at this stage. a bit slower than i would like but not obscenely so. Not only that but whilst i've put on weight on my legs and the tops of my arms, there hasn't really been a hell of alot of difference elsewhere. I feel much better in myself.
I don't put all this down to the miraculous and stupidly obvious advice "hold your stomach in", but the effort of doing this, as the weight of Him Indoors and accompanying amniotic glop has become heavier, this must have had a pretty good effect. My back is in brilliant shape - ne're a sharp pain. Compare this to the disaster area of last time.
So I feel alot more ready for it, but obviously I would do, given that last time I didn't know my arse from my elbow.
Oh yes, went to see Syriana during the day today - such unknown luxury. I only used to go to the cinema during the day when I was unemployed! £3.50 at the Ritzy - popcorn purchased of course, and cinema one, with *no one in it*. They did the showing for me! The film is a good grower - it seems slightly underwhelming whilst it's actually on but I've been thinking about it alot since. I felt a bit cheated at a certain point where (no real spoilers, don't worry) "a thing" happens to Matt Damon's family of a personal nature, and so I spent quarter of an hour sobbing and then being reminded of it several times during the film. I felt like saying "Oi! I thought this was a political thriller, not a heart-rending family tale!". but t'is true, "George" as he's known these days is indeed most excellent in the film. it's as if he's allowed a whole area of his rational and highly intelligent self to almost be blanked - blanked to the consequences of his actions, blanked to an understanding of why he actually ends up doing these awful deeds - willingly culpable and willingly walking in to being totally screwed. Oh yes, it did suffer from being a little too "Middle east politics colour by numbers" (suicide bombing, a nice reformer, a stupid rich prince, lots of dodgy looking chaps with funny beards) but then they wrote it so it wouldn't just be art house audiences that would go see it so fair enough. really weird there were at least 2 actors I knew of who were "blacked up" or "Arab'd up". Surely to God there are enough Middle Eastern region / maybe west Asian actors who could have done those roles?
So next cinema day is Wednesday. Hurrah!
Posted by cait at March 13, 2006 09:50 PM