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Home › Diaries › Eloise › September 28, 1999

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September 28, 1999

31 ½ weeks / 8 ½ weeks to go!

Oh, boy, I am so dog-tired, it's unbelievable. I mean, I've heard that women get tired in the last trimester but jeez, I've never felt anything quite like this before. My body feels achy and tired almost all the time. Take today, for example. I slept in until 11 am, got up, had a shower, a long breakfast, did a few loads of washing and a few other bits and pieces and then by 12.30 I was so exhausted I had to lie down in bed for an hour! Talk about useless. At this rate I'll get nothing done. I have a self-imposed deadline this week -- I want to submit three chapters and a synopsis of my latest novel into a competition and the closing date is this Thursday. I can barely bring myself to read over what I've done, let alone actually finish a chapter and write a synopsis and package and post it off! I mean, it's not exactly hard physical labour, but the thought of having to expend energy on anything at all, even thinking and writing, seems too exhausting right now. It's enough for me to write here, in this diary, where it is simply a case of following my thoughts and having a good long whinge! But it's so disappointing to think I'll miss a deadline.

Right now I need to go to the corner shops and buy some food things for dinner and I just can't be bothered. I don't think I could make one leg follow the other for more than 50 metres, let alone carry a bag of groceries home. I'm becoming useless. Completely useless. It's terrible. It's frustrating. It's disappointing. No wonder most women finish work around now. I don't know how they could possibly keep going with this kind of exhaustion. I walked through the city with my husband on the weekend -- looking in a few shops for the baby things we still have to buy -- and after an hour and a half and two high-energy drinks I had to come home and lie down for a few hours. I think he wonders what he's struck and is probably panicking at the thought of all the extra house-work and chores he'll have to do because I'm incapable. My body feels just like it does when I've got the flu - heavy, languorous, with lots of aching muscles and joints.

So I'm sitting here wondering how things will go over the next eight weeks. Eight weeks is a long time to be exhausted and useless and probably bored. If I felt okay about it (which I don't) I'd probably just pull out ten of my all-time favourite extremely thick epic novels (i.e. Gone with the Wind) and lie in bed most of the day reading and eating lots and lots of chocolate. But cripes, I'm already sinking under double chins and can't stand the thought of looking like a bloated whale when the first photos are taken of the baby and me. Arghh. What's a girl to do?

Dear. Dear. I should really try and get something done. I'll sign off now. We'll see how it goes this week shall we? Hope I've some better news to report next week.

Greetings to all,

One very-tired and frustrated Eloise



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