Yesterday, I got my first official seat-on-the-train-because-I'm-pregnant. Of course, I was feeling perfectly fine yesterday. Today, when I was feeling slightly faint but wearing less obvious pants, no seat for me.
I've been having even more vivid dreams than usual, which is apparently entirely normal. Last night's mushed Game of Thrones together with a bunch of other stuff for maximum drama/incoherence. Robert Baratheon was somehow the elder brother of Tyrion and also Tom Hiddleston's Loki. I was some kind of foundling in the household. Loki and I had always had a love-that-could-never-be, characterized by a lot of angsty looks exchanged across rooms, but he couldn't acknowledge our love because he was trying to find a way to inherit from Robert and tying himself to someone lower born like me would have destroyed his chances. Only it turned out that Robert's heir Joffrey (whose mother was apparently a prostitute) was actually sired by youngest brother Tyrion, who always procured Robert's women for him and sampled the goods beforehand. This caused all kinds of uproar, which was only overshadowed by Poseidon and an army of water nymphs showing up and declaring that I was actually a noblewoman/mighty water sorceress. Upon which, Loki realized that he could have married me and he would have inherited anyway, and now he had wasted both our lives and oh the anguished gazing across the roiling harbor full of armored mermen on horses made of sea foam and ANGST.
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