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[Nov. 13th, 2004|06:07 pm]
桜井香津美
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Some people worry about me, because I never answer their calls or messages. I don't, mostly because I have nothing to say (and sometimes partly because I just don't feel like talking). It drives many people crazy that I'm usually quiet and keep to myself, but I never liked talking unless I felt a need to.
I just work and sleep, and spend the time in-between those with Hsiaokwai. There's things in the apartment I could do, but nothing interests me too much. Neither the computer, books, movies or games captivate my attention that much. I hope I get out of this funk soon.
So, in essence, everything is going okay. We don't fight much anymore, especially not like we did in July. The baby is healthy, I'm healthy (finally starting to put on more pregnancy weight), we're all healthy. On Monday I have another prenatal appointment, for which I get to drink sugar water for a glucose test. I may be started on bi-weekly appointments soon. I'm not sure when I'll leave work yet, it depends on a combination of what the doctor says (I need to get a note from her for work) and how I feel. I want to work as long as possible, if only for the money, and because I'll just feel bad if I *don't* work.
I recently talked to my friend Kathryn again, after several months. When I met her a few years ago, she'd just had her first child 7 months prior. Now, she's on her third. She now knows I'm pregnant, and is rather surprised, but also relieved I am keeping it. (She's a tad religious.) She asked me if I found "God" yet, I said no. She asked if I would before the baby's born, and I told her "ehhh...". She means well, but I am a good person without needing to be a Christian or anything like that. |
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