Pregnancy hormones and ice cream

Oh, the joys of pregnancy. Being pregnant the first time was unique. I remember how I was lifting and carrying heavy things, renovating house feeling energetic and things like that. All the time on my feet. There was no backache, running to the toilet, baby kicking in belly at night-time...No wait. I'm sure I have forgotten a part of it. The last two months were not that fun. Anyhow I enjoyed it mostly.

Now I'm over halfway through my pregnancy. And wondering why was it easier the first time? I guess everything was so new. There was time to sleep long nights and lazy mornings. Time to take naps (did I?), think about how to eat healthy, write a diary, feel how the baby was moving in belly and what stuff to buy.

And now? No time to rest, early mornings and late evenings. Energy coming and going (mostly going). And those stupid forms to fill in about this and that. Playing with 3-year-old. Crawling into a Pippi Longstocking tent (because it's my home), finding differences from two pictures, shopping food in snowstorm, travelling to work. Feeling snappy. The pregnancy hormones! There has to be more of them now.

Those beautiful kicks in the belly have changed to someone training for the Olympics inside you. Turning and rolling. Can you stop that now? And healthy eating, yeah right.

I've been looking forward to this and am happy about it, yes. But it's different this time. It's not about expecting less the baby. There is just not that much time to concentrate on being pregnant.

Maybe closer to the due date I will wonder is it going to happen now for real?

Everyone has a story

While studying scriptwriting, one teacher gave feedback about my texts. She said: "You are trying to teach people (what to do), they should find out theirselves." There was a good point in that. So, there are no ready answers. Let me tell you a story.

One day I was walking home from work. There was lying a man on the pavement, unconcious. I saw him from a distance. A lot of people were just walking past him, no one did stop or even pay any attention to him. Maybe he had just passed out because of drinking too much. Or used drugs. Who knows. But there he was. Someone's son, father, husband, boyfriend or ex.

I was walking closer. A man on a bike had stopped. He had his phone in his hand, still hesitating. Another man turned around with his bike and stopped too. They started to discuss with each other, who of them shoud call 911. The other said " I have to go to the lecture, can you handle this?" Silence. Luckily (for the man lying on the ground) some passenger stopped to feel his pulse. And a women stopped with her car and asked: "Has somebody called?". This all happened while I was approaching the place. If someone else hadn't called, I would have done it.

How much time did pass before someone stopped, or someone called? To act in situations like this is not easy, unless you have the training for it. Of course, anyone knows how to call 911. Just the thought, that you would be lying there on the ground and not getting help fast enough is scary.

And the thought, that everyone has a story, a past and a future.