The 22nd & 23rd; She just has to accept and believe that she is enough.
The 22nd of March. Fuuuuck my back hurts so much tonight. Only a month until the injections. I can keep going until then.
The rest of me isn't too sore after my gym session yesterday. My shoulders are feeling it, but I've coped. I'm not waddling like Saturday which is most important.
Most of my day has been spent working on the jumper which is now finished! I was doing it with an eye on the window, hoping against hope that the FedEx man would arrive before we had to go out for the dental hospital at two. Thankfully, he appeared with about ten minutes to spare! I was very happy - it was my wireless headphones so now I don't have to worry about cables at the gym.
At the dental hospital, I saw lovely John, who it was nice to catch up with. Most of the appointment was spent updating him on what's happened since I last saw him in 2016, I think. When he got round to looking in my mouth, he was very happy with its condition, doesn't want to see me for six months!
Got back, straight to work on the jumper. I didn't quite understand the last bit of the pattern ("work without shaping"?!) so I made it up and I'm happy. It looks like a proper jumper!
The 23rd of March.
Good day. I am wearing my jumper! So pleased with it. I have made a start on the next one but really only the very start - literally two rows.
This morning was fairly quiet - Amanda came round to pick up some Cats Protection money and stayed for a bit of chat and to invite us to her birthday shindig which was very kind of her.
After lunch, Daddy and I went to Resorts World to see A Wrinkle in Time, because for some reason Vue aren't showing it, or at least not yet. I have been so excited for this film since the moment I heard of it - it was one of my favourite childhood books. I got it out today and it is battered in the way that a book that has been loved and re-read multiple times is. The pages are yellow and delicate, ready to fall out if encouraged in the slightest.
The film is stunning. Visually beautiful, the story brought to life in ways that could have been plucked from my imagination. Uriel is exceptional. Aunt Beast has been sacrificed but paid tribute to. I love that Meg doesn't have to change to become the hero of her story, she just has to accept and believe that she is enough.