Today marks 29 weeks --- only 11
more until Our Little One's arrival!
Week 29 ... Baby's Heart Rate was 144 BPM |
The third trimester is
shot-putting me back into a drowsy haze - sorta like the first trimester except
it has become harder to find a comfy position for sleeping. Jonny bought me a
body pillow a few weeks ago, which has been the most awkward sleep-saver of all
time! A girlfriend of mine compared
being pregnant and sleeping with a body pillow to the likes of wrestling an
alligator – and she was SO right.
Another thing that helps me sleep
well is exercise, so I hit the gym this morning. My doctor advised that my heartrate should
stay below 140 BPM while exercising, which is a comfortably slow pace that
often gets boring. But the good news is that it allows for lots of people
watching. Today, for example, I watched two guys that I’ll affectionately call
“the meatheads.” I’ll never knock anyone who invests time in their health and physical
fitness, but these guys were EXTRA muscle-ish and EXTRA invested in showing off
their gym-skills - handstands, running
in circles with a 35 lb. plates above their heads, high-fiving each other in
between push-ups. As I chugged along on the elliptical, I imagined the things
they’d say to each other after their workout:
Meathead
#1: Hey, man. Wanna grab some food?
Meathead
#2: Nah, I’ve got some eggs and chicken in my fridge at home.
Meathead
#1: I got you. I’ll just grab a protein shake before I head out.
This mentally fabricated dialogue
got me thinking about how hungry I
was! And in the spirit of that
pregnant-brained moment, I have decided to dedicate this blog to stories about
food cravings. I’ll preface this by saying 1) I don’t give-in to cravings all
the time and 2) I’m not going to write about healthy cravings. I crave healthy
things quite a bit actually, but they are kinda less fun to tell stories about.
For example, I’ve been munching on a big bowl of watermelon while I’ve been
writing this blog, but I can’t think of anything interesting to write about
watermelon … so I won’t. J
1.
Back in
January, I wrote a short blog called “pickles” and showed a picture of the
lunch I ate that day: lentil soup,
goldfish crackers, and dill pickles. Let’s
all join-in and recite a collective “eeewww!” Seriously. How gross is that?
2.
I once told
Jonny that I was craving an Oreo. He
jumped in his car and came home with a grocery bag FILLED with Oreo-flavored
things. He then apologized that he didn’t find an Oreo Cheesecake – ha! All I
wanted was like, AN Oreo - singular!
3.
About a month
ago, I told Jonny there was chicken marinating in the fridge and asked if he’d
grill it for dinner. After he grilled
the chicken to absolute perfection, I had a complete change of appetite and
embarrassingly told him that I couldn’t eat it – all I wanted was noodles. So, he made us a substitute meal of spaghetti
with jarred red sauce – no muss/no fuss – and it tasted SOOO good. Best.Husband.Ever!!
4.
Last week I
went to dinner at a Mexican place with my friends Lindsay & Meghan. We ordered what Lindsay call’s the “Mexican
Flag” --- salsa, queso, and guacamole --- because the dips are the colors of
the Mexican Flat (red, white, and green). Though I DID share the queso, I’ll
admit that I didn’t want to. I could have drank it right from the bowl.
5.
And that brings
me to this morning. It was a beautiful,
sunny morning that screamed “Today is not like every other day --- treat
yourself to something other than a hardboiled egg for breakfast.” So I drove to our local coffee shop, Hubbard
& Cravens, which has the BEST decaf coffee and really great bran
muffins. I ordered both of those things
to-go and then started driving home.
Just after I turned onto our street, I was overwhelmed with the feeling
that I wanted a Poppyseed Bagel. I literally pulled over, put the car in park,
and internally debated whether I should to turn the car around and go get one. WHAT? Ultimately,
I made the decision to head home and enjoy my Bran muffin, but I’ve been
wondering all day if I made the right choice. Maybe we’ll have bagels for
dinner …
What the baby-belly looks like on an elliptical machine (where have my feet gone??)! |