Frustration

Today would have been the *perfect* day to go for an after-work drink with a colleague. We would have bonded over that drink. Alas, I'm not that into sitting in a bar sipping juice. And without that gentle buzz from a nice cocktail, the feeling of completing a day of work is just different. So I went home.

And tonight Dav is heading to SupperClub to see a local artist's performance. I'm very tempted to join, but going out late on a Wednesday night (which means I still need to muster up energy for 2 more full days of work) is not realistic.

But I want to go! And of course Dav should go. It's just frustrating that I'm sorta locked in this wholesome pregnant situation where I need to eat lots, drink healthy, and sleep a lot. It's boring, you know.

In exchange, I'll putter to bed and put my hand on my belly to feel the acrobats of Gargle.