Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Cravings, or Addictions?

I don't know what it is, but I can't stop thinking about red wine. And every time I walk past people smoking outside a bar I inhale deeply and with fervor. 

Sorry baby, at least my indulgences are secondary, right?
I mean, sniffing an open bottle of Two Buck Chuck and some Marb Reds I found in an open trash can is probably better than actual ingestion...

On a different note:
I was under the impression that pregnancy meant luminescence and serenity,
a belly that was delightfully swollen...
not in my case.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Solitary Birthday

I got to see Kristopher's face for the first time in a month lat night. It's his birthday today. Being apart hasn't been too bad, I've got three jobs going on right now, and don't really have time to dwell on missing him. Which is convenient. I'm 15 weeks and 3 days right now and craving maternity pants. It's easy to forget that I'm pregnant. It seems like most people plan their's out. We are having a home birth. I met with the midwife last week. She seemed cool, kept the granola to a minimum. An unexpected, but pleasant surprise.