Victorian era

I had a fainting spell yesterday at the Ottawa library. Actually I just got up too fast, and the world went black, and then there ambulances and blood pressure taking and incident reports and it was all a little embarassing. Not too terribly unnerving, although I certainly wasn't happy about it.

I think I got a little dehydrated. I had a small steamed milk at a coffee shop and wrote, then walked around quite a bit (I needed the blood to my brain!) and then settled at the library around 1. Around 1:30 was when I was leaping up to look up something when - crash. I was sent "straight" home, but being me I went shopping to get my mind off it first - also perhaps not the wisest decision.

However the discount maternity store was going out of business and everything there was $10! It sucked that they had sensibly not ordered in a lot of spring things, but I still scored a lot: two tops, a pair of pants, a knee-length skirt, a pair of biking shorts, and a batik dress. With a pair of capris and a few more tops we're set, I think.

I did however curse my body. I'm back to a large, even though I still seem to fit into the mediums I have from Emily's pregnancy, and it jiggles, this ass. Plus, you know, it fainted (and yes, trying on clothes was not ultra-sensible, but $10!). It wasn't joyful anyway, this experience, it was utilitarian. Maybe Saturday's trip to consignment maternity store and Value Village will be different.

Then I came back to the apartment and ate salty crap - veggie pizza and a few chips. Bad! Today is lentil day I swear.

I had a dream that I went into labour and gave birth to both Emily and witch baby, to everyone's surprise since there was no second baby on any ultrasound, but we recognized Emily right away. It would be nice if it worked that way. I remember one of the dreams I had last year around this time was trying to stuff Emily back into the uterus because in the dream that would work.

Witch baby has tentative names, but they are private for now. Obviously names for either sex, until we have more evidence. That was a hard one, because in a way Carl and I were holding back on humanizing things. But then I said "well, look, if we lost the baby now, would we want to have a name for the baby?" and the answer was yes, so.