Mama wants cheese fries. All right, I'll be honest. Mama wants food. I'm not picky, I'm just hungry. Call it stress. Call it pregnancy. Call it throwing-my-fifty-pound-weight-loss-out-the-window. But I am very, very tempted by all things food (especially if cheese is in the title).
Not only am I hungry, but I crave coffee and hot chocolate. My Keurig should really be brewing more than one cup at a time, though in fairness, since it doesn't, I do have to pace myself. I keep forgetting that Liam is pushing up my stomach from underneath and slowing my digestion (isn't pregnancy fun?) so every time I eat (which we've established, is frequently) I don't always end up feeling fantastic afterward.
I should give myself some credit, though. Today was actually a pretty good day. I only looked up information on encephaloceles a few times. I didn't take a nap. I cooked. I spent time with a friend. I didn't completely overeat. I updated my blog. I like the new template (though what I wouldn't give for a custom blog design) but I wish the font were a little bigger. I tried to play around with the size, but it ended up throwing off the sidebars, and no one wants that. I think.
I'm finding things to occupy my time. From laundry to taking little boys to the bathroom a zillion times a day. Yes, zillion is a real number, I think. I'm even listening to Liam's heartbeat if I feel like he's not moving around enough. Oh, and I have plans to go knitting this weekend. Who says I don't know how to party?
Now, I'll let you in on a secret. I'm seriously thinking about getting my tubes tied when I have my c-section. I mean since they're in there and all. I have enough children. I love the children I have. I don't want to go through this kind of stressful pregnancy again, or risk that we might have a baby with far more serious issues than Liam has (his is serious enough, in my opinion). At the same time, getting my tubes tied carries with it a certain sense of finality that while necessary, I still find a bit sad at the same time. I'll come to peace with it, I'm sure. But I wonder if anyone else feels this way, or if most women are just super happy to have it done with.