DISCLAIMER: My thinking has become fuzzy. I have noticed that while I'm engaged in normal conversation that I have begun spacing out and forgetting the actual topic of the conversation. This makes it hard to, um, be a normal socially functioning adult. And I'm now having to focus massive amounts of energy on face-to-face conversation, and that's wiping me out. So I don't want to think coherently for blog posts most days, to make a long story short. Thus, I've introduced a new post called Things I Thought About Today, so during days when I'm having an especially hard time functioning and keeping focused, I can still blog. Please don't expect full sentences, correct grammar or anything coherent or fluid when you see this posting title.
*My midwife has advised me against eating grains during this pregnancy for myriad reasons. In fact, she'd like me to limit myself to one grain per day and focus my attentions on eating vegetables and protein. It's hard to do this when you dream about eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches ... and I've dreamt about PB&J at least three times .... this week. Peanut butter and apples is a cheap, albeit healthier, imposter. Would it be ridiculous to request a PB&J immediately after labor and delivery instead of something like, you know, lobster tail or steak?
*I had two sips of hubby's wine tonight, and I felt a freedom I've never felt before ... it even trumped exploring blocked off catacombs in Egypt. I am totally not kidding.
*Remember those really weird red spots that splattered themselves mysteriously all over the toddler's body about a month ago? Well, a friend's daughter had the same thing happen today. No fever, no cold, no other symptoms, just little red dots everywhere. And her daughter wasn't even around my son for three weeks or so after his symptoms passed. What IS this mysterious red spot syndrome that appears and then randomly disappears faster than my toddler when I announce it's time to make pee pee in the potty?
*My husband asked me if there were any business expenses he had not reimbursed me for yet. I looked at him like he was nuts and reminded him I haven't even gotten a paycheck for the hours I've staffed during the past four weeks. And if I had, I would definitely not be walking around with half of my toe nail polish worn off; a pedicure would be the first priority on my list -- probably even above peeing. And we all know how often pregnant women pee.