I sometimes feel really desperate that I don't have time for myself anymore, I am losing that one cell in my brain that gives me the words to be written. It upsets me in fact that I have nothing to say, as if my mind freezes in such a way that I don't even know what to think, what to write, and I know for a fact that if I continue this that tiny little cell I am talking about would eventually vanish and I could not get it back. To write has become a therapy for me, my own way to meditate, to stay calm and controlled. By not doing this, I feel like zombie, like seriously dead man walking. I created a twitter accounts, incognito, even 140 characters I was not able to create a sentence. Just a little update about my pregnancy: Nausea, none. Weight gain, going there, but controllable, although new maternity skirt for work is needed. Weight: 87kg Sunday appointment with dr. Wafaa, Medcare
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