So that was a heck of a weekend. Okay, I know the weekend was over yesterday, but I was exhausted and too tired to write. And since I’m EIGHTEEN WEEKS PREGNANT today (cue marching band!!), I figured I ought to at least post belly pics.
So that’s the planet which is known as Katie. 😉 Getting bigger every day. Yesterday Mark stood back and admired my naked form while I was getting changed for bed. He looked at me appraisingly and said, “I can’t believe how big you’re getting. I think you’ve grown even in the last few days…”
I guess that’ll happen when you’re at this stage of pregnancy.
Friday night was a great night. Mark got home from work and had promised me a date night where we could go anywhere I wanted to eat. In the end, though I stressed out about the cost/distance/appeal to Mark, I chose TGI Fridays, and we drove on over. Mark had met me at the house with some beautiful orange roses (aren’t I the lucky one?!) and then swept me off to dinner, opening doors for me the whole way.
I wound up having a FANTASTIC meal of some sort of chicken and pasta which was easily the best thing ever. Mark even had a bite or two and was exceptionally jealous that he’d gone for a barbecue chicken salad. Ha! I couldn’t finish it all so brought the rest home in a doggy bag. Side note: I love American restaurants in the UK. They’re the only ones prepared for the possibility that a patron might want their food wrapped up to take home. When I ask anywhere else, I get incredulous looks and (if I’m lucky) some foil.
After we got back home (I chose not to go bowling or to a movie, as I was too tired), we continued in our pursuit of joviality by putting on one of my Buffy DVDs so I could show Mark the greatest episode ever, “Once More With Feeling.” It’s the musical episode and it’s FABULOUS. Mark wants to someday watch all the Buffy episodes, but we’re in the middle of too many other shows at the moment to add another.
We even watched a SECOND Buffy ep afterward (Tabula Rasa). Then it was massive amounts of snuggling and sleep.
Saturday was a lazy day. We hadn’t had one in a while as Mark’s mom had been visiting. So we thought we’d sit around watching Grey’s Anatomy all day and MAYBE do some cleaning after a while.
Unfortunately things took a turn for the worse later in the afternoon. I decided I wanted to try my hand at making a dish similar to the one I’d had the night before, so we went to go for a walk to the shops. We passed through the garage on the way, which is still full of boxes and bags of my stuff from when I moved here in April. I’ve been meaning to do something about it, but with the pregnancy and all, I’ve just kind of put it off. Mark made the gentle suggestion that we should probably bring everything into the house soon. He mentioned putting it all in the baby’s room so that I could go through it easily.
That is when I lost it.
Suddenly, everything that has been bothering me over the past few weeks/months (even stupid little things) just came bubbling to the surface. I let loose a torrent of emotion, catching Mark (and myself!) completely by surprise. I turned around and went straight back indoors and up to bed. I stayed there for hours, and though he tried to understand and apologise, I refused to forgive or forget and simply ignored him all evening. Eventually I even settled in to my pyjamas and such and Mark came to sleep by me. I still ignored him. He told me he’d spent the evening cleaning the whole house and it was much nicer than before. Still nothing. Finally he couldn’t take it and left me to sleep alone. He went downstairs. It was after 2 AM when he finally came back, and we made somewhat of a recovery. By that point I was exhausted and my emotions were more on the needy side than the angry one. We cuddled a bit and went to sleep. The next day, we acknlowedged and moved past the problem and that was that.
Sunday, we went into Reading to meet up with some of my friends for a monthly lunch. There was also a “Friendship Walk” through town, which we intended to take part in. It was put on by Reading Interfaith Group and involved visiting various churches through the town and listening to speakers from the different religions. Unfortunately we only made it part way as my back/tummy were aching AND the heat was getting to me. So we went home.
Once the evening came on, we were just relaxing and having fun and once again my hormones took over and we had a bit of a fight. It was over something very stupid, so I won’t rehash it, but again we got through it.
And last night, I was invited out to dinner with my ex-husband. He needed someone to talk to about some things in his life, and I said I’d help however I could. Then we went back to his house so I could spend some time with my cats. Also, Ross has one of our mutual friends staying with him at the moment, as he’s just moved down from Edinburgh to start a new job in Reading. He’s one of my best friends in the world, so I was happy to have a catch up, but sadly he was in quite a funk as things in his life weren’t going so well. His new job wasn’t what he hoped, and his fiancee had decided she no longer wanted to be in a relationship with him. So many hours passed with us discussing his situation and me trying to offer some insight.
Eventually we realised it was getting late, and Ross drove me back to the train station. I asked him to wait with me for a while as the station was pretty empty but for some taxi drivers, and me being a pregnant woman out alone at that time of night, I felt kind of vulnerable. He kept me in the car for a few extra minutes, and I eventually got out and went to wait on the platform.
Now, something people should know about me (and you WILL know it if you stick around this blog long enough) is that I am a magnet for drama and crime. I think it’s because I’m such a naturally LUCKY person that fate balances things by putting me in harms way far too often. The amount of near-death experiences, lucky breaks and happy coincidences in my life is too much to ignore. I always seem to get thrown into the middle of things only to be plucked out at the last minute. It’s a good thing, and I wouldn’t trade it.
So I was sitting on the train, minding my own business. It was a fairly quick train, as well. Only one stop between me and my destination where my lovely boyfriend had agreed to pick me up. Should have taken at MOST 15 minutes. I had my phone out and was absorbed in a game of soitaire (which is my game of choice). The train made its first stop and picked up a group of three large drunk people who seemed to be some sort of inner-city gang. I didn’t take much notice of them until within a few seconds, one of them had grabbed my phone right out of my hand.
“Oy look! I never seen a red iphone before!” He and his mates started passing it around hitting buttons and scrolling through screens, etc.
An older gentleman stood up and suggested they give me back my phone. I also took it in my stride and politely asked for it back. That’s when another of the men noticed my protruding belly.
“Hey look at this SLUT, eh! She got a baby in her belly, right! Or she’s just a fat whore!” They all laughed. Another spoke. “Yah, I reckon she likes it rough, fucking slag! You like it rough, baby? You like the cock?! HA!”
This went on for a few minutes, and the insults grew progressively worse. Eventually, I saw a man making his way in from the far end of the carriage. He came up to the boys and said that he was an off duty officer and he could see they were drunk and a little rambunctious, so why didn’t they just give me my phone and take a walk to the other end of the train and sit down.
The first guy threw my phone back at me, and I breathed a sigh of reief that they seemed to be complying. But as they were sauntering away, there was suddenly a big ruckus. Three other men close to the doors had blocked their way and it seemed there was some bad blood between the groups. Without warning, a fight broke out and there were fists and legs flying everywhere. In seconds I’d been pushed backward hard into my chair and I felt a burning sensation on my neck. I think I’d been scratched by someone.
Somehow in the confusion, the train had made another stop, and there were police boarding and the men were being hauled off, still shouting abuse and trying to kill each other. A couple of them refused to go quietly and were fighting at the police.
I think I was in shock as it all was such a blur. Several minutes passed once they were all finally gone from the train and the rest of us passengers could hear shouts and abuse in the background. Eventually the train started up again and Mark called me.
“I’m here,” he said happily. “I’m not,” I replied, head shaking.
“You mean, I beat you here?” he was bewildered.
“Yah. Some stuff happened. I’ll tell you about it when I get there.”
So all in all, my last few nights have been full of upset and drama, and I can’t really explain any of it. It’s just my life.
This morning, I laid in bed singing to the baby and promising that I would do my best to keep him or her safe from the same kind of drama that inhabits my life. It’s a promise I hope to be able to keep!