Cravings

Just a run-down on the things I've found myself uncontrollably stuffing my face with these past 5 months (referred to lovingly as "cravings") in the order of their appearance:

Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes
Chicken Noodle Soup with mashed potatoes just like they made for school lunch in grade school
Berry flavored applesauce
PINEAPPLE!
Chicken Fried Steak (Matt says this one isn't a true pregnancy craving as I've probably mentioned this food once a week since we first met nearly 10 years ago. Although one time last month I was so desperate for a Chili's Chicken Fried Steak, that to compensate for the lack of money in our "eating out" budget, I rifled through my closet, found some clothes I don't wear anymore, drove to the local consignment shop, made $20, then promptly drove to Chili's for my glorious, glorious Chicken Fried Steak. It was a true shining moment...)
Cinnamon Rolls
Frozen organic raspberries
Nectarines by the dozen
Pickles, of course
Raw angel-hair pasta (love that crunch!)
Sour Jelly Belly jelly beans


There are lots of other foods (like fish tacos, biscuits and gravy, ice cream, etc.) that I have been craving, but these don't really count as they were part of my normal food thought process pre-pregnancy. I think the biggest difference is that now I not only think of these foods, but I can instantly conjure up beautiful images of them complete with smells. It's intoxicating. I can remember waking up in the middle of the night right about month 3 with overwhelming thoughts of ooey-gooey mashed potatoes piled high and smelling like heaven.

It's nuts. I think about food NON-STOP these days. You'll be happy to know, however, that despite my constant thoughts of food, I really don't eat much more than I did before I got pregnant. I'm gaining weight at the appropriate levels and am aware that whatever I eat, the baby eats. Blah, blah, blah...

I think it's time for my second breakfast. Over and out.

On Becoming a Mama Bird

Well, folks, it appears the nesting has officially begun. I just completed my first baby project--a baby quilt! Details and more photos at The Tilted Tulip...

Fumbling Numbers

I've never been what you might call a whiz-bang mathmetician, finding numbers to be quite a baffling part of my daily existence, and that paired with my ever-progressing case of "mommy brain" (an apparantly irreversible brain melting condition beginning at conception in which the baby slowly siphens away your brain cells) has left me quite dazed and confused of late.  I just can't seem to wrap my brain around this whole 9 months/40 weeks thing.  It doesn't help that during pregnancy 4 weeks equals 1 month, which means that 40 weeks is actually 10 months, although they begin counting the 40 weeks two weeks prior to conception, because supposedly that's easier to track, so technically a full-term pregnancy is only 38 weeks (and lots of people deliver early), which sorta helps me get where the whole "9 months" thing came from, but ultimately I'm utterly and totally confused at all times about just how long the bun has technically been in the oven.  (To make matters worse, I'm highly impatient when it comes to baking, resulting in many an undercooked pastry, which I readily devour anyway because I'm a) pregnant, and therefore ALWAYS HUNGRY, and b) convinced that I've waited an eternity already and just don't care.  Let's hope that I give the baby enough time to cook properly!)

The funny thing about the whole pregnancy calculation issue is that my starting date is Jan 1st, which should seem to make this counting thing easy as pie.  It should, but yet somehow it doesn't.  Basically, I'm just not a numbers lady.  

For what it's worth, I did the math for you all and today starts my 20th week.  Holy Moley--that's half-way!  Jeepers, I best start the nesting soon...

You're Fit, My Gosh, But Don't You Know It

Meet the newest addition to our little family (No--I did not give birth prematurely!):

A shiny new Honda Fit! After a fair bit of haggling (our mad Hong Kong bargaining skills sure came in handy), we became the proud owners of this little wonder. Honestly, it still blows my mind a bit to think we bought something this shiny and expensive. (Have I mentioned it's shiny?) I've never owned a car with less than 70,000 miles on it, and at the moment, our lovely Fit has a whopping 144 miles to her name. I just can't wrap my brain around it.

It's gonna take some getting used to, as I still automatically roll down the windows when I get in, mentally preparing for a long, hot drive, only to remember a few miles down the highway that this baby comes equipped with Air-Conditioning! So nice!

Anyway, I'll spare you the rest of my raving, but I just felt the urge to share my excitement with my lovely readers. If you come visit us in San Diego, I'll take you for a spin. (She looks really nice when the setting sun reflecting off the ocean hits her curves just right. She's quite the beauty!)

With nothing better to do with my time, I couldn't help but run outside to pose with her. I would've clambered on the hood, but my ever expanding belly is getting a wee bit cumbersome these days.

Belly Laugh

How I've been spending my weekends...lounging and laughing.  I need to enjoy this time while I still have it.

13 Weeks

I just started my 13th week! I'm not exactly sure how much I should be showing at this point, but I'm definitely not fitting into my pants much these days. I guess it could just be the In'NOut I ate yesterday, but here's a "belly pic" none-the-less. Finally proof that I'm not making it all up...

Just a Friendly Reminder

I just wanted to remind all my friendly Crabby Rangoon readers that I've recently revived my craft blog The Tilted Tulip. Take a gander over there if you're feeling frisky...

He's Ever So Clever

Eating for 1.5

Much to my chagrin, all the pregnancy books refute the common notion that a pregnant woman is "eating for two."  They, in fact, suggest that a woman increase her daily caloric intake by a mere 300 calories to compensate for the hungry, hungry child growing within her belly.  

After my husband returned last night from a late-night grocery store run to buy me a box of vegetarian corndogs (yes, I am that stereo-typical, funny food-craving pregnant woman), I did a quick calculation.  If each corndog has 150 calories, then I can should eat 2 a day until my little wonder is born in order to give him the adequate nutrition he needs.  

That computes, right?