I have made it through the first trimester - finally. And I say finally simply because it feels like I've been pregnant for an entire year already. With 26 more weeks to go I might as well buckle down and get ready for what will truly feel like an eternity.
Just the other day I mentioned to my friend, Amanda, that I've been extremely forgetful regarding my pregnancy the last few weeks. I don't mean that I've been misplacing things or forgetting to feed my child - more along the lines of just forgetting that I'm pregnant. I guess now that I'm feeling back to normal - other than the bulging belly - it just slips my mind sometimes. I made a huge pasta and spinach dish the other night and the main ingredient for the sauce was feta cheese. I absolutely LOVE feta cheese so I dumped an additional 1/2 cup in there for good measure. After I completely devoured my meal it dawned on me that I'm not supposed to be eating feta cheese or any soft cheese for that matter. And then I remembered the blue cheese crumbles on my salad and the gorgonzola cheese on my burger. I thought to myself, "jeez, get it together."
But it didn't stop there.
Just last week I was feeling good that it was the weekend. Evan was in bed. Robert would be coming home soon. I opened the fridge to get something to drink and realized we really didn't have anything. But I spotted a few Miller Lites on the bottom shelf and immediately was like, "Yes! That sounds perfect!" So I popped the top and sat on the couch and enjoyed a nice cold brew. And then I decided I would have another.
Mom, are you freaking out yet?
Totally kidding. I haven't lost my entire brain yet. Just a small portion.
3 comments:
Stop me if I am wrong. Four trimesters equals a year. Right? So you actually have been pregnant for a year. Right?
Well, it certainly feels like a year - no question about that.
wait did you drink a beer or no? I'm not sure I knew about the cheese thing.
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