The thing about being pregnant is you can pretty much do anything you want, no matter how diabolical, and then blame it on hormones. It would be awesome, except I don't have the energy to take over the world and defeat evil because I'm too busy hovering over the toilet and thinking about how much I need to paint my toenails.
I am in Week 10, and the highlight thus far is how much I have come to love Rice Krispies Treats. I made some on Sunday and the whole pan is nearly gone. The Boy knows better than to get anywhere near them if he wants to live through the night. Other than that, I am eating a lot of toast, grilled cheese, and various other non-meat-based foods. The smell/thought/texture/taste of meat makes me gag. Oh yeah, and bagels. I really want a croissant too, come to think of it. OK, enough about food, it's kind of love/hate for me right now, but I think I'm moving into a happier place as the first trimester comes to an end. I hope.
In non-baby news, there is not much to report. The Boy is watching Anthony Bourdain right now, and I'm blogging because I think Bourdain is a douchebag. I think later we'll watch The Biggest Loser so I can feel less like a fat pregnant bloated cow. On the other hand, every week they'll be getting thinner and I'll just keep growing until I have my own zip code. Damnit.
OK, we're having a major windstorm, so I better go watch out the window in case our tree finally falls on the house of the neighbor I hate. Yessssssssss!
