Ending down the 14th week with a bang... or Chef Boyardee. Yeah, that's more precise. PB&J and canned pasta. The first, not so bad (super crunch, French apricot preserves, locally baked bread); the second, gross. Canned pasta? Unless it was on sale, I never even remember eating that as a kid. Today? 2 cans... One at 3:45am, another just a short while ago.
Baby H, you are taking me down some funky food road! You dont want lamb chops (Wwwaaaaa!!!!) but you want canned godknowswhat ravioli... I mean, I could make ravioli, but no... That does not fill the brief. It MUST be CHEF BOYARDEE. Which meant, I paid 12 cents more a can for 10 cans. (And it's gross, but man is it exactly what I've wanted today, so that makes it delicious.)
I still cant believe the difference in pregnancies. I'm still running, still doing yoga, still doing housework. I'm tired (all the time, but especially the late afternoons/evenings), and yet, I wake up at some awful early hour (usually somewhere in the 2 or 3 am hours), having to eat, and then toss and turn on the couch (because I cant get comfy in my bed). It's so strange. I spent so much of Bobby and Maya's pregnancy in my bed and now, I'm relegated to the living room couch because the bed just doesnt feel right.
And the whole "Zen" thing is starting to freak me out. I mean, at some point, I'm going to crack, right? Whether around Nicholas and Sophia's birthdays, or at the 15w5d/17w/18w marks of this pregnancy, or while Peter is in Holland... Something has got to give. But now?
Oh, you are having a bit of pressure? Normal... Have a drink of tea.
Let's go run a few miles! (Okay, honestly, it's down to jogging, but I'm still out there.)
Sure, let's play "Toss the 40 Pound Preschooler in the Air!".
Why yes I can balance Maya on a hip and carry a full basket of laundry through the house.
An extra bloodtest? Dont mind if I do... Here's my arm.
Oh, you need to extend your trip to Holland for a day? Sure thing.
I mean, come on. At some point, the whole "Zen" thing is going to fly away... Or not. There is such a peace, such a "whatever will be, will be", that I cannot put my finger on it. Nothing, pregnancy wise, seems to really phase me. I have my moments with other things, but this seems to be just... I dont know... the way it is.
Very strange, especially for me. As Peter said when I commented on it last night, "It's not like you couldn't use a little more Zen in your life."
On another note, we see Dr. B. tomorrow, and, fingers crossed, there will be a gender known by the time I blog again! So- are you on Team Peter (baby boy) or Team Maya (baby girl). Bobby and I are on "Team It's-A-Baby" because we have no clue. :)