Week Six
Have spent most of today watching Equilibirum. I watched this film first about three or four years ago and loved it. Today, I also loved it. Obviously silly but strangely emotive. Its reason for existence seems to be to tell The Matrix to fuck off.
At this week’s midwife appointment Abs was, supposedly, 30 weeks pregnant. This differs by a couple of weeks according to the due date. I’m not sure if this means the baby might come early. Perhaps, perhaps not. She’ll come when she’s ready.
I read a small portion of From Lad to Dad this week. My friend leant it to me, it’s about pregnancy from the father’s point of view. I found it a bit infuriating, to be honest. It seems that the normal response to finding out your partner is pregnant is to panic, or think that your life is over, or both. This wasn’t my experience and I’m sure it isn’t the experience of most prospective fathers. I can find no expectant father book that doesn’t come from this point of view.
Have also been reading the fourth Harry Potter book and dipping into The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo on odd occasions.
Last night we rented Legion, a film about a purge of the earth by a disillusioned god. A kind of modern-day Noah’s Ark story. Paul Bettany played a rebellious angel defying orders by protecting an American woman who was carrying in her stomach The Hope of the World. It was tripe.
On Friday night I watched The Men Who Stare at Goats. Also tripe.
I think we’re watching In Bruges with some friends tonight, and then perhaps Abs and I will go to the cinema tomorrow for Paul. Don’t know why I feel the need to watch so many films at the moment.
I have lost 11lb, although today I ate half a bag of Tangfastics and had fried eggs on toast for lunch. So maybe I would have put on a pound again by tomorrow.
