Things are on the up around here — well, mainly the number on the scale. My growing belly and newly fierce appetite is bringing back those 10 lbs I lost during the first trimester when irascible spells of nausea and vomiting had me camping out around the porcelain. Those episodes still creep up once in awhile, but they are certainly less frequent. My husband was lucky he spent the month of September out in field training, or he would have been subject to my whining and pity parties. It wasn’t easy going through that alone, so single preggy ladies, I salute you.
I’m happy to report that I have returned to the kitchen, cooking and eating healthier dishes like the olden days. That doesn’t mean I haven’t given into cravings of the occasional Yoo Hoo and ahem, entire loaf of French Bread. It was over the course of two days, and it came hot from the bakery! It was like, the only thing I ate. OK, it wasn’t but whatever, throw it in the bucket of pregnancy excuses (which is heaping, my friends). It was delicious.
Before long, I’ll have a ton of news to share. Until then, try not to shame me too badly for my lap full of bread crumbs and messy hair . Growing a human is hard work.