So, finally, out with the news.
My husband and I wanted to move out of the city. We were looking at several different areas, including his hometown. I applied for a job in his hometown and had an interview this weekend. I got an offer today! I am so excited. First off, they are offering me pretty much the same salary I have currently, which I was not expecting. It is a smaller company than what I am at now and my thinking was that the salary was going to be lower. So, big relief there right?
We are both super excited about moving and buying a house in the next few months. But, this means that I am going to have to quit my current job (which will be sad because I work with nice people--I just hate the actual work I do) and find a new doctor because we are moving somewhere about two hours away from here. But still, really excited.
Oh. . . and lets not forget this part. . . the new job is in public accounting. My current job is in industry. So--that's going to be a major change. A good one though, I think. The company isn't the Big Four or anything like that. There will be some long hours during busy season, but the place seems laid back and really friendly. Plus--after busy season they get Fridays off through the summer. Score!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
No Doubt
People.com is reporting that Gwen Stefani is pregnant. 13 weeks pregnant--just like me! Kind of exciting. The other pregnant celebrities (oh my Lord, the pregnancy brain. It just took me three tries to correctly spell celebrity) are Jessica Alba and Jamie Lynn Spears. I am not a fan of either of those people. . .
I know there are some other pregnant celebs out there, but I can't think of who they all are right now. It's just so exciting when someone else is pregnant, you know? I wish some I actually KNOW in real life was pregnant too. That would really be fun.
I know there are some other pregnant celebs out there, but I can't think of who they all are right now. It's just so exciting when someone else is pregnant, you know? I wish some I actually KNOW in real life was pregnant too. That would really be fun.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Much Ado About Something
So, I haven't posted in days. DAYS! But, there is a reason. Sort of a reason anyway.
I have news! But! I can't post about it yet. I know, I know. Why even bring it up then? Because that's pretty much what I've been focused on this week.
What I can post (here at work. hint. hint.) is that our lease on our apartment is up in May and we've been discussing what to do next. We have a plan now and I'm really excited, but I'll just have to get into more later. At home.
I have news! But! I can't post about it yet. I know, I know. Why even bring it up then? Because that's pretty much what I've been focused on this week.
What I can post (here at work. hint. hint.) is that our lease on our apartment is up in May and we've been discussing what to do next. We have a plan now and I'm really excited, but I'll just have to get into more later. At home.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Question.
Is it just me or is that show "1 vs. 100" kind of like "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" for Dummies?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sleepless
(What Seemed Like Midnight)- Woke up with closed throat. Can. Not. Breathe. What is going on?? Oh, I need water. Reach to handy glass of water on nightstand, drink. Go back to sleep.
(What Seemed Like 1 AM)- Woke up having to pee. Crap. Do not want to get up. Give in, get up, pee. Go back to sleep.
(What Seemed Like 2 AM)- Woke up hungry. No, you are not hungy, you are tired. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Remain awake.
(What Seemed Like 2:30 AM)- Maybe if I just rub my belly it will make it feel better and I won't have to get out of bed. Rub belly. Still hungry.
(What Seemed Like 3 AM)- Give in. Get up, go to kitchen. Eat chocolate pudding cup. Still hungry. Eat several handfuls of Golden Grahams. Think about how annoying it will be if this makes me sick and I have to wake up again.
When I finally stumble back into bed I look at the clock. 11:15 pm. What?? How could all of this have transpired before midnight?
Lesson learned: nothing really, but man Golden Grahams really hit the spot at 11:15.
(What Seemed Like 1 AM)- Woke up having to pee. Crap. Do not want to get up. Give in, get up, pee. Go back to sleep.
(What Seemed Like 2 AM)- Woke up hungry. No, you are not hungy, you are tired. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Remain awake.
(What Seemed Like 2:30 AM)- Maybe if I just rub my belly it will make it feel better and I won't have to get out of bed. Rub belly. Still hungry.
(What Seemed Like 3 AM)- Give in. Get up, go to kitchen. Eat chocolate pudding cup. Still hungry. Eat several handfuls of Golden Grahams. Think about how annoying it will be if this makes me sick and I have to wake up again.
When I finally stumble back into bed I look at the clock. 11:15 pm. What?? How could all of this have transpired before midnight?
Lesson learned: nothing really, but man Golden Grahams really hit the spot at 11:15.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Upgrade
Semi-Crappy Day + Sloppy Joe made with Manwich Bold = Instant Upgrade
Last night was a big night. I actually made dinner, from food that did not start frozen, for the first time in about two months. Something made me want sloppy joes and tator tots. This was the first time I had a craving and just stopped at the store and bought what was needed to make that particular food. Oh my God. . . It was so good.
And today, for lunch, it was even better.
Last night was a big night. I actually made dinner, from food that did not start frozen, for the first time in about two months. Something made me want sloppy joes and tator tots. This was the first time I had a craving and just stopped at the store and bought what was needed to make that particular food. Oh my God. . . It was so good.
And today, for lunch, it was even better.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sick-o
(Everything at the doctor went fine. They couldn't hear the heartbeat with the doppler yet, so we got an extra ultrasound. We saw the baby moving all over the place, little arms and legs just going and going!)
Now--my husband has been sick (his diagnosis: Flu. My diagnosis: Cold) for the past couple of days. I will be the first to admit that of the two of us I am the one who is more likely to be sick. And when I am sick, I am whiney. Sure, it's not attractive. But it's better than the apparent alternative--
Grouchy. Oh MY GOD. I do not know if I can take one more day of the grouchiness. He went to the doctor today and got medicine, so hopefully it is some sort of miracle cure that will fix the grouch-factor by the time I get home from work. One can only hope.
Is this a symptom of all men? Because, if so, they should come with a warning: Grouchy When Sick. Then I would have realized this was coming and built some sort of Quarantine area on our apartment's balcony or something.
Now--my husband has been sick (his diagnosis: Flu. My diagnosis: Cold) for the past couple of days. I will be the first to admit that of the two of us I am the one who is more likely to be sick. And when I am sick, I am whiney. Sure, it's not attractive. But it's better than the apparent alternative--
Grouchy. Oh MY GOD. I do not know if I can take one more day of the grouchiness. He went to the doctor today and got medicine, so hopefully it is some sort of miracle cure that will fix the grouch-factor by the time I get home from work. One can only hope.
Is this a symptom of all men? Because, if so, they should come with a warning: Grouchy When Sick. Then I would have realized this was coming and built some sort of Quarantine area on our apartment's balcony or something.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Nerves
It has occurred to me that I haven't really made any posts about visiting the doctor at this point. I guess the reason for that comes down to what happened before my first doctor's appointment.
I went in at five weeks to get blood drawn and talk to the OB nurse. Basically it was just to get a lot of information. A few days later there was bleeding. It was just a little, but still scary. I went in again to get blood drawn so they could make sure my numbers were doubling. They called me back to say the numbers seemed a little low and that my doctor wanted me to come in--in two days--for an ultrasound. I was worried, see, I had an appointment already scheduled for two weeks, so I didn't understand why I they would have me come in all emergency-like if nothing was wrong. Oh, they also wanted me to go into a different office. That's right, it was so important that I had to go visit at a different office, because my doctor does not come to my regular office on Wednesdays.
The nurse I spoke to said everything is probably fine, but they just wanted to check. Now, realistically I felt good that my doctor wants to stay on top of things. But, I sure was nervous. When we got to the office my doctor was delivering twins, so we waited. And waited.
What seemed like hours later, we were in the room doing the ultrasound and she saw. . . nothing. With her not seeing anything and the bleeding I had been having she thought it might have been ectopic. By now it was after 5 pm and I had to go to radiology for a different kind of ultrasound. Since it was so late I had to be admitted through the emergency room.
I have never in my life been in an emergency room. I've never had surgery and cannot remember ever being admitted to a hospital. The whole situation was stressful and I was so scared. The ER people were, well, not the nicest and the one doing MY admitting was in training. So, what should have taken just a few minutes took forever. I thought I was going to lose it and just start crying at the desk, but I held it together and finally was admitted.
I never did actually go into the "ER", but instead somehow got to go into regular radiology. With a tech who was (you'd never guess. . . ) also being trained. Now that I think about it, that's probably how I got to skip the ER business, because this lady got to do some extra training. She was nice, but they can't really tell you what they are seeing because they aren't doctors. They did both types of ultrasound, abdominal and vaginal. It seemed like I was sitting there for days. I knew that if it really was ectopic there was no chance to have the baby AND I'd have to have surgery. I was scared and shaky and crying, which only made it harder for them to do the ultrasound.
After all that, the doctor let us know that everything was fine and that the baby was a week smaller than we thought and was just too small to see on the regular ultrasound. Everything was fine. It was a huge relief. Two weeks later we went to the regular appointment (the one on Christmas Eve). That time the baby was measuring 8 weeks, so we were put back on the regular due date. I don't know why it measured small the first time and just right the second time, but it's okay.
Visiting the doctor is both scary and exciting for me. Having that first ultrasound and being told that she didn't see anything was so shocking, like a punch in the gut. When we got to see the baby on Christmas Eve it was like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders.
Today is my third visit with the doctor. I don't know if she is doing an ultrasound or not. I want her to, so that I can be reassured. Plus, who doesn't want to see their baby, right? But I also want to feel okay with not having an ultrasound and just being able to trust that our baby is healthy. I guess I really just want to be able to look at my doctor's appointments as exciting instead of worrying that something will happen to make it as stressful and worrisome as that first one.
Either way, today at 3:10 I'll be seeing the doctor again. Think happy thoughts, okay?
I went in at five weeks to get blood drawn and talk to the OB nurse. Basically it was just to get a lot of information. A few days later there was bleeding. It was just a little, but still scary. I went in again to get blood drawn so they could make sure my numbers were doubling. They called me back to say the numbers seemed a little low and that my doctor wanted me to come in--in two days--for an ultrasound. I was worried, see, I had an appointment already scheduled for two weeks, so I didn't understand why I they would have me come in all emergency-like if nothing was wrong. Oh, they also wanted me to go into a different office. That's right, it was so important that I had to go visit at a different office, because my doctor does not come to my regular office on Wednesdays.
The nurse I spoke to said everything is probably fine, but they just wanted to check. Now, realistically I felt good that my doctor wants to stay on top of things. But, I sure was nervous. When we got to the office my doctor was delivering twins, so we waited. And waited.
What seemed like hours later, we were in the room doing the ultrasound and she saw. . . nothing. With her not seeing anything and the bleeding I had been having she thought it might have been ectopic. By now it was after 5 pm and I had to go to radiology for a different kind of ultrasound. Since it was so late I had to be admitted through the emergency room.
I have never in my life been in an emergency room. I've never had surgery and cannot remember ever being admitted to a hospital. The whole situation was stressful and I was so scared. The ER people were, well, not the nicest and the one doing MY admitting was in training. So, what should have taken just a few minutes took forever. I thought I was going to lose it and just start crying at the desk, but I held it together and finally was admitted.
I never did actually go into the "ER", but instead somehow got to go into regular radiology. With a tech who was (you'd never guess. . . ) also being trained. Now that I think about it, that's probably how I got to skip the ER business, because this lady got to do some extra training. She was nice, but they can't really tell you what they are seeing because they aren't doctors. They did both types of ultrasound, abdominal and vaginal. It seemed like I was sitting there for days. I knew that if it really was ectopic there was no chance to have the baby AND I'd have to have surgery. I was scared and shaky and crying, which only made it harder for them to do the ultrasound.
After all that, the doctor let us know that everything was fine and that the baby was a week smaller than we thought and was just too small to see on the regular ultrasound. Everything was fine. It was a huge relief. Two weeks later we went to the regular appointment (the one on Christmas Eve). That time the baby was measuring 8 weeks, so we were put back on the regular due date. I don't know why it measured small the first time and just right the second time, but it's okay.
Visiting the doctor is both scary and exciting for me. Having that first ultrasound and being told that she didn't see anything was so shocking, like a punch in the gut. When we got to see the baby on Christmas Eve it was like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders.
Today is my third visit with the doctor. I don't know if she is doing an ultrasound or not. I want her to, so that I can be reassured. Plus, who doesn't want to see their baby, right? But I also want to feel okay with not having an ultrasound and just being able to trust that our baby is healthy. I guess I really just want to be able to look at my doctor's appointments as exciting instead of worrying that something will happen to make it as stressful and worrisome as that first one.
Either way, today at 3:10 I'll be seeing the doctor again. Think happy thoughts, okay?
Friday, January 11, 2008
Leavin' on a Jet Plane
I have had some interesting dreams since becoming pregnant. I wonder if I dream like this all the time and being pregnant is making me remember them in the morning. Or, are the dreams simply a result of being pregnant? The only other times I remember dreams like these are when I am sick and have to take Nyquil or something before bed.
Some of the dreams are good, some bad, some hilarious. Last night's was pretty funny. I dreamed that I was still craving White Castle (yeah I know, ME dreaming about FOOD, how original). So, I'm telling my husband that driving to get White Castle would be too expensive. But, I had a brilliant idea. I was going to get online and try and find discount plane tickets to ANYWHERE that has a White Castle. My husband tried to tell me this would not work, but I was a woman on a mission. I woke up before I actually completed the mission, but it's so weird how real it felt. I can remember feeling like "yes! I am finally going to get White Castle." Also, I was wondering if they would just have one located right in the airport because I didn't want to have to get a rental car--because obviously the rental car would have been the craziest part of that mission.
Some of the dreams are good, some bad, some hilarious. Last night's was pretty funny. I dreamed that I was still craving White Castle (yeah I know, ME dreaming about FOOD, how original). So, I'm telling my husband that driving to get White Castle would be too expensive. But, I had a brilliant idea. I was going to get online and try and find discount plane tickets to ANYWHERE that has a White Castle. My husband tried to tell me this would not work, but I was a woman on a mission. I woke up before I actually completed the mission, but it's so weird how real it felt. I can remember feeling like "yes! I am finally going to get White Castle." Also, I was wondering if they would just have one located right in the airport because I didn't want to have to get a rental car--because obviously the rental car would have been the craziest part of that mission.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
We've Got Stuff
My husband's mom and dad found a bargain, man. A bargain.
Cherry finish crib, changing table, and glider (w/ottoman) for $150. Apparently the neighbor of my husband's grandparents has a three year old and they want to get rid of his baby furniture. Bring it on. Cherry finish too, which is EXACTLY what I wanted.
Also on the list of things that have made my week--my mother-in-law found a snow cone machine at Ross. Thank the Lord. I was wondering how I was going to make it until those snow cone places opened up. I don't actually have the machine in my possession yet-but I'm pretty sure I'll have it by tomorrow night. And, oh, the excitement that will be had.
*As for the obligatory food update (because this is still the most consistent thing going on) I felt like eating NOTHING today. But, then I took a nap during lunch and dreamed of chocolate cake. So, I got a brownie for lunch and it was truly amazing. Which was totally neccessary because I was starting to really feel like crap because I was so hungry. BUT! Is this really what it has come to? I have to sit around idly thinking that I'm hungry while nothing sounds remotely appetizing until I get divine intervention? Because that seriously sucks.
Cherry finish crib, changing table, and glider (w/ottoman) for $150. Apparently the neighbor of my husband's grandparents has a three year old and they want to get rid of his baby furniture. Bring it on. Cherry finish too, which is EXACTLY what I wanted.
Also on the list of things that have made my week--my mother-in-law found a snow cone machine at Ross. Thank the Lord. I was wondering how I was going to make it until those snow cone places opened up. I don't actually have the machine in my possession yet-but I'm pretty sure I'll have it by tomorrow night. And, oh, the excitement that will be had.
*As for the obligatory food update (because this is still the most consistent thing going on) I felt like eating NOTHING today. But, then I took a nap during lunch and dreamed of chocolate cake. So, I got a brownie for lunch and it was truly amazing. Which was totally neccessary because I was starting to really feel like crap because I was so hungry. BUT! Is this really what it has come to? I have to sit around idly thinking that I'm hungry while nothing sounds remotely appetizing until I get divine intervention? Because that seriously sucks.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Two Pink Lines
Just when I thought I didn't really have anything to post about today besides the weather, Swistle comes to the rescue.
How did I find out I was pregnant?
We decided to start trying at the beginning of November. (FYI-we had tried for a couple of months around March-May 2007, but nothing happened and decided maybe it just wasn't the right time) Anyway, I of course went to Babycenter.com to find out the optimum week.
Fast forward two weeks. Since I had taken about 20 tests the last time we were trying I told myself that I was going to wait until December 1st to test. I was pretty certain I would be starting my period just ANY day now anyway. I was starting to think about buying a thermometer so I could start temping and charting the next month. But. . . I was driving home from work on the 27th and thought "eh, why not?" I had nothing else exciting planned that afternoon.
So, I stopped CVS on my way home from work and bought a test. Oh, and a novel to read after the negative came up on the test. I took the test right when I got home and literally seconds later both lines appeared. My husband was not home, so I just looked at my dog and said "I'm pregnant!" (Ah, my dog, who has no idea what is coming)
My husband coaches basketball and had a game almost two hours away from where we live. There was just NO way I was going to be able to contain myself until he got home from the game (it would have been about 1 am) so I got in the car and drove to the game. He was so confused, wondering why I came to a game two hours away on a Tuesday.
Now, let's talk about Junior Varsity basketball for a minute. Do you have any idea one of these games can last when you are about to explode with news? Good Lord, I thought the game was NEVER going to end and I swear if one more kid had gotten a foul or thrown the ball out of bounds I may have lost my mind.
Anyway, when the game was over I finally got to tell him we were having a baby. His response: "really?" Nope, just drove all the way up here to play a trick on you. He was a little stunned I think. But very excited.
I still don't really know what spurred me to go ahead and buy the test early. . . Oh, and this is kind of funny, since there was no one home to tell I kind of wanted to run back to CVS and tell the lady at the register "Hey, It's Positive!" I didn't though, thank goodness. That would have been just crazy.
How did I find out I was pregnant?
We decided to start trying at the beginning of November. (FYI-we had tried for a couple of months around March-May 2007, but nothing happened and decided maybe it just wasn't the right time) Anyway, I of course went to Babycenter.com to find out the optimum week.
Fast forward two weeks. Since I had taken about 20 tests the last time we were trying I told myself that I was going to wait until December 1st to test. I was pretty certain I would be starting my period just ANY day now anyway. I was starting to think about buying a thermometer so I could start temping and charting the next month. But. . . I was driving home from work on the 27th and thought "eh, why not?" I had nothing else exciting planned that afternoon.
So, I stopped CVS on my way home from work and bought a test. Oh, and a novel to read after the negative came up on the test. I took the test right when I got home and literally seconds later both lines appeared. My husband was not home, so I just looked at my dog and said "I'm pregnant!" (Ah, my dog, who has no idea what is coming)
My husband coaches basketball and had a game almost two hours away from where we live. There was just NO way I was going to be able to contain myself until he got home from the game (it would have been about 1 am) so I got in the car and drove to the game. He was so confused, wondering why I came to a game two hours away on a Tuesday.
Now, let's talk about Junior Varsity basketball for a minute. Do you have any idea one of these games can last when you are about to explode with news? Good Lord, I thought the game was NEVER going to end and I swear if one more kid had gotten a foul or thrown the ball out of bounds I may have lost my mind.
Anyway, when the game was over I finally got to tell him we were having a baby. His response: "really?" Nope, just drove all the way up here to play a trick on you. He was a little stunned I think. But very excited.
I still don't really know what spurred me to go ahead and buy the test early. . . Oh, and this is kind of funny, since there was no one home to tell I kind of wanted to run back to CVS and tell the lady at the register "Hey, It's Positive!" I didn't though, thank goodness. That would have been just crazy.
Current Conditions
Things I am Loving
1. Victoria's Secret thermal pajamas.
2. Mini Fruit Roll ups.
3. My new KitchenAid Mixer.
4. Down Memory Foam Pillow.
5. Sleep
Things I am Currently Not Loving
1. Cool Ranch Doritoes
2. Waking up for work
3. Texas weather
Why is it so hot in January? Why did the weather man say there is a cold front today only to follow it up with "but it will warm back up tomorrow." That's not a cold front, sir. That's called wind. Blah.
1. Victoria's Secret thermal pajamas.
2. Mini Fruit Roll ups.
3. My new KitchenAid Mixer.
4. Down Memory Foam Pillow.
5. Sleep
Things I am Currently Not Loving
1. Cool Ranch Doritoes
2. Waking up for work
3. Texas weather
Why is it so hot in January? Why did the weather man say there is a cold front today only to follow it up with "but it will warm back up tomorrow." That's not a cold front, sir. That's called wind. Blah.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Just In: More Food Talk
I never did find a recipe for Strawberry Cake. Everywhere I searched brought up "Strawberry Shortcake" recipes. Not what I wanted. So I ended up with a Betty Crocker box. Did not meet the expectations of my imagination. Now I have a whole cake minus one slice sitting around. With no desire to eat it whatsoever.
On the upside, now that I am (mostly) past the sick feeling, everything I do want to eat tastes fantastic. I feel like a broken record while eating. "Oh my gosh, this is so good." "Can you believe how good this is?" I had half a Snickers this weekend and got some curious looks from my husband. His response "that good huh?" I didn't even realize I was making any noise. Chicken Fajitas topped them all though. Unfortunately my appetite is still small. I ate a fajita and half and then stared at the other half wishing that I could have just one more bite. JUST ONE. But, it was not happening.
I hadn't stepped on a scale since my last appointment at the doctor until Saturday. I have lost three pounds, but I'm sure that phase is over. I'm not sure where these three pounds were hiding anyway because I had to buy new bras last week and this week my blue jeans will not button!
Ten Weeks Today.
On the upside, now that I am (mostly) past the sick feeling, everything I do want to eat tastes fantastic. I feel like a broken record while eating. "Oh my gosh, this is so good." "Can you believe how good this is?" I had half a Snickers this weekend and got some curious looks from my husband. His response "that good huh?" I didn't even realize I was making any noise. Chicken Fajitas topped them all though. Unfortunately my appetite is still small. I ate a fajita and half and then stared at the other half wishing that I could have just one more bite. JUST ONE. But, it was not happening.
I hadn't stepped on a scale since my last appointment at the doctor until Saturday. I have lost three pounds, but I'm sure that phase is over. I'm not sure where these three pounds were hiding anyway because I had to buy new bras last week and this week my blue jeans will not button!
Ten Weeks Today.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Spring. . . err. . . January Cleaning
Heaven help me, I am going to do some massive cleaning this weekend. I've made lists. Lists of things I need to buy. Lists of things that Must. Get. Done.
Due to the unbearable tiredness of the last few weeks my apartment has been neglected. Lets just stay on the understated side and say that things are a bit messy. I am not sure if ANY clothes are actually hanging in my closet, what with the mountain of folded stuff that has managed to build itself right in front of the door. It is, um, kind of embarassing actually.
I'm actually feeling quite a bit more energetic today, so hopefully that will spur me towards accomplishing all that I hope to get done this weekend. Unfortunately "take down the Christmas tree" is still on the list. Blah. I do not want any part of that.
BUT--there is some exciting news for the weekend. I got a KitchenAid Mixer from my in-laws for Christmas. Seeing as I feel like I can manage to cook something again I have big plans to make a strawberry cake tomorrow. Oh my gosh. . . doesn't it sound delicious?? I don't actually have my hands on a recipe, at the moment, but surely I can find one that actually tastes as good as I'm imagining it. Oh, I hope so. This has got to turn out better than the snow cone mission.
Due to the unbearable tiredness of the last few weeks my apartment has been neglected. Lets just stay on the understated side and say that things are a bit messy. I am not sure if ANY clothes are actually hanging in my closet, what with the mountain of folded stuff that has managed to build itself right in front of the door. It is, um, kind of embarassing actually.
I'm actually feeling quite a bit more energetic today, so hopefully that will spur me towards accomplishing all that I hope to get done this weekend. Unfortunately "take down the Christmas tree" is still on the list. Blah. I do not want any part of that.
BUT--there is some exciting news for the weekend. I got a KitchenAid Mixer from my in-laws for Christmas. Seeing as I feel like I can manage to cook something again I have big plans to make a strawberry cake tomorrow. Oh my gosh. . . doesn't it sound delicious?? I don't actually have my hands on a recipe, at the moment, but surely I can find one that actually tastes as good as I'm imagining it. Oh, I hope so. This has got to turn out better than the snow cone mission.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Random (but, really it's mostly about food)
"Blah blah I'm going to start a blog blah blah". . . and proceed to not really update it. I seriously WANT to be a blogger, but it turns out that laziness prevailed.
Being pregnant is so stinking tiring. So, rest at ease that this blog is not the only thing being neglected around these parts. Laundry. Dishes. General tidiness.
Recently I couldn't even enter the kitchen for about a week because the was A Smell. It could not be identified. Finally I discovered that it was a drop of enchilada soup that had spilled onto the counter and remained unseen for days. Days! Because ever since making said soup I haven't had the stomach to actually cook again. That was about three weeks ago. At least the soup spill is gone and I can indeed enter the kitchen again. We are one step closer to having real food again.
I still haven't cooked anything. I keep get these grand illusions of going home and cooking something for dinner. But, then one of two things occur. A) I realize that I am too tired to cook dinner. B) I am not too tired to cook, but eating sounds about as appealing as a root canal.
We have officially entered week 9 as of Monday. From what I hear, this tired/nauseous phase will be passing in a few more weeks. Let's hope so! I can't wait to eat without fear of the repurcussions.
Speaking of eating--for the most part of these last 9 weeks I haven't wanted to eat much. I was saying "I can't wait to crave something, so then I'll actually feel like eating something." Ha. Foolish thinking. I have since craved two things.
Thing 1: A snowcone. Simple enough, if it were not, you know, JANUARY. Even in Texas I can't find an open snowcone stand. The stores are not stocking snow cone makers and the internet has a few that say "will arrive 6-8 weeks." Nice.
Thing 2: White Castle. A quick internet search says the closest one is in Tennessee. My sister who lives in Ohio really does feel sorry for me, but we both agreed that White Castle probably wouldn't do too well in the mail.
And, lest I end this post with nothing but whining--some exciting news. We saw the heartbeat on the morning of Christmas Eve!
Being pregnant is so stinking tiring. So, rest at ease that this blog is not the only thing being neglected around these parts. Laundry. Dishes. General tidiness.
Recently I couldn't even enter the kitchen for about a week because the was A Smell. It could not be identified. Finally I discovered that it was a drop of enchilada soup that had spilled onto the counter and remained unseen for days. Days! Because ever since making said soup I haven't had the stomach to actually cook again. That was about three weeks ago. At least the soup spill is gone and I can indeed enter the kitchen again. We are one step closer to having real food again.
I still haven't cooked anything. I keep get these grand illusions of going home and cooking something for dinner. But, then one of two things occur. A) I realize that I am too tired to cook dinner. B) I am not too tired to cook, but eating sounds about as appealing as a root canal.
We have officially entered week 9 as of Monday. From what I hear, this tired/nauseous phase will be passing in a few more weeks. Let's hope so! I can't wait to eat without fear of the repurcussions.
Speaking of eating--for the most part of these last 9 weeks I haven't wanted to eat much. I was saying "I can't wait to crave something, so then I'll actually feel like eating something." Ha. Foolish thinking. I have since craved two things.
Thing 1: A snowcone. Simple enough, if it were not, you know, JANUARY. Even in Texas I can't find an open snowcone stand. The stores are not stocking snow cone makers and the internet has a few that say "will arrive 6-8 weeks." Nice.
Thing 2: White Castle. A quick internet search says the closest one is in Tennessee. My sister who lives in Ohio really does feel sorry for me, but we both agreed that White Castle probably wouldn't do too well in the mail.
And, lest I end this post with nothing but whining--some exciting news. We saw the heartbeat on the morning of Christmas Eve!
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