Climbing the walls

Oh. My. God. This stopping smoking thing really sucks. The second day is harder than the first for sure. Last night in my dreams I was screaming at everyone and just mad at the world. When I woke up in the middle of the night the cat was in the spot that my feet needed to be in, Jorma was snoring and the covers were wadded up at the bottom of the bed. I just couldn't sleep - I was too mad. Or rather, I was just going through nicotine withdrawl. If I wasn't pregnant I would be able to take something... you know, Tylenol PM or something to knock me out for the night... but I can't really take anything. I took a benedryl, (safe for preggos) but it didn't do much good.
Today, Jorma took Connor and I just lazed around the house like a slug, doing anything to avoid going outside and longingly looking at the pot filled with cigarette butts next to the back door. I did watch three movies, Rent, Just like Heaven and The Island. All were B-rate, but it kept me from climbing the walls. I napped. I ate. I took deep breaths. I ate more. I knitted a scarf on my knitting loom.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.