Have you noticed I’ve been totally slacking on the blogging lately? It makes me kinda sad, since I love this little internet place that lets me go on about anything and everything, and I miss it. But not as much as I miss my cookies.
Get it? I’ve been losing my cookies? Yes, you got it. You are clever.
But let me clarify anyway. I like clarity.
Just as I’m watching in amazement as woman after woman around me falls pregnant, both in real life and in internet life, just as I’m looking at my little boy and thinking “you are still a baby”, it hits me: it’s been a long time since I reached for a tampon.
That means it’s been a long time that I’ve been using PMS as an excuse for weight gain and strange cravings.
And come to think of it, why does my favourite Caesar salad make me gag and why do I, who am supposed to avoid milk, find myself eating a bowl of cereal every night?
Interesting series of events, wouldn’t you say?
To state the now-obvious, Carl and I hope to welcome #3 this coming November!
I’ve yet to actually pose for a picture, but here, for your entertainment, is me at 8.5 months pregnant with Gemma, 4 years ago. Yeah, I’m about 14 weeks right now and looking basically the same size, with the exception that if I try really hard I can suck it in enough to look like I just ate a Thanksgiving dinner or three.
This doesn’t bode well for my wardrobe or my varicose veins. Or my cute bikini.
Things like babies make me extraordinarily thankful that I’m not the one in control of the world, or even my life. I am, as I’ve stated before, not much of a nurturing “baby person”. I don’t hold other people’s babies unless they are blood or as close as, I don’t coo at babies in front of me at the grocery store, I don’t want one of my own when I see an adorably photographed squishy-faced newborn, and I agressively miss being thin and active in the late stages of pregnancy (or, in this case, the early stages of pregnancy :)). I hate being both nauseous and voraciously hungry at the same time, and I hate how expensive, and yet unflattering, maternity clothes are.
Having said that, I love my own babies hard, and I know this one will be no different. I can hold them through hours of crying, change endless diapers, or blithely carry on with my day despite constant noise, mess, and exhaustion. But for exactly the same reasons, I just don’t think I’d ever actively choose to have one. So I’m thankful for a God who chooses for me, a husband that loves kids, and a body that loves to play tricks on me.
So I may be chatting about this pregnancy to you as the months progress…I hope you don’t mind. And I’ll get back to cooking as soon as I cut back on the napping. Maybe sooner, because who knows if that’s ever going to happen at this point! But as soon as I can look at and talk about food without a bucket handy, I have so many things piled up that I can’t wait to try! And since I got waitlisted and didn’t get into any summer courses, I should have plenty of time on my hands to get into a regular schedule around here :) (Side note – Carl figures I should be able to take courses in the fall despite having a baby mid-semester, and I tend to agree. Has anyone tried this? Do you think it’s a good idea or a recipe for failure?)
I’ve also taken the plunge and convinced my long-suffering husband to repaint the bulk of our living room and hallway, and move our enormous wood TV unit to the garage for me to have my way with! I’ve been eyeing the unit with dreams of distressing for a good year, but was (and am) daunted by the size of the undertaking and the possibility of ruining a perfectly lovely piece of Canadian-made furniture. I can’t wait to get started :)
Now, to clarify something else on an entirely different topic, Chelsea has also been really totally slacking on the blogging lately. Quite frankly, she is making me look good :) But just so you all know, she is alive, happy and healthy and now nearer-by!! She has been in the midst of moving, and, not getting house possession until June, she is kinda in the perma-lurch of half-unpacked spaces that aren’t one’s own and trying to get precious internet time whenever she can swing it. Also, her pots and pans are still mostly packed. BUT, we have big plans for a sister-bonding-cooking-baking day in the near future, and it will be epic, and you will love us again because we won’t even talk about vomit. Only cookies you can keep.
Thanks so much for reading!