Trip to the Cinema...

Went to the cinema last night... 

To see Transformers.  It was B's choice.  Don't waste the money.

But while we were walking through our shopping centre I thought I walked into something.  Like stopped dead, tripped over my own feet, grabbed B, looked down to see what I'd walked into and said "owff".

There was nothing there (as if there would be a stationary item in the middle of a busy walkway in a shopping centre.  B obviously was a bit concerned when I said - "I walked into something".  Actually I think he thought that I'd lost it.  It felt slightly "electric shock" in nature.  Then it was sore...  

So we decided I'd been really kicked by Herbertina, and continued on our way to the cinema. 

When I stopped off to use the facilities I had a look at my belly, I had two new stretch marks to the left of my belly button and I'm pretty sure that my "walking into something" was in fact the stretch marks appearing.  And man were they new looking - bright red - and sore...  I was actually surprised that they weren't bleeding they were that ow-y. 

So then we sat down in the cinema and I discovered that pregnant women do not like sitting still for more than two hours (this movie plus trailers is three hours long).  And that eating a small box of sugar filled sweets does not result in a quiet resident.  Herbertina was doing cartwheels in me! 

And the poor man sitting beside me, as I fidgeted, sat up straight, slouched, crossed my legs, uncrossed my legs, lent forward, lent backwards, twisted and turned... I'm sorry... 

I won't sit beside you again!