Yesterday was a pretty good day. Today, not so much. I had to call in and schedule an appointment with the midwife for Tuesday (one week from my last appointment). I have been putting it off hoping that it was a phone call that I wouldn't have to make. As I sat on hold with the receptionist I fought back tears, but broke down and cried when I got the email confirmation that I have a 1:30pm visit on August 31st. AUGUST 31st. It's official. I'm never having this baby. He'll likely gestate for another few years and come out a moody teenager in desperate need of braces and a haircut.
So, just amuse yourself with photos of dinner. Again. That's all I have to show for my day, photos of a salad made with stuff from our CSA. For variety, I've switched up my beverage. Instead of water I'm enjoying a crisp black cherry soda. Oh, and our salad has beans in addition to corn and tomatoes. We are living on the edge here on Flanders Street.
Actually, all hope is not lost. We're heading out soon to see what may be our last Timbers game for the season. I'm going to round out my healthy first course of salad with a giant PGE Park hot dog smothered in ketchup and mustard. I managed to eek out a smile while J practiced using our camera. Sadly, my Timbers colored t-shirt no longer fits, so I'll have to overcompensate with extra enthusiasm tonight.
Hunger has been my downfall over the past couple of weeks. It has prevented me from staying in bed past 6am, even on the weekends, which I find to be highly annoying. I've thought about keeping snacks near the bed to coax my body into just one more hour of shut eye, but I'd have to invest in a mini fridge for our bedroom, because all I seem to want these days is dairy. My first breakfast usually consists of deliriously eating 1/2 - 3/4 cup of plain cottage cheese and a pint glass of milk and ice flavored with 3-4 oz. of coffee. And it can't just be any cottage cheese, it has to be Nancy's, which is tangy and thick and delicious. Put another way, all other cottage cheese is to mild cheddar as Nancy's is to Tillamook's Vintage White Extra Sharp. I am a total cottage cheese snob now and nothing is more soothing to my stomach than a Klondike ice cream sandwich, which are far superior to all other ice cream sandwiches.
Even with my increased appetite, the mental food roadblocks from the dark days of morning sickness have still made me uneasy about certain foods, like bananas and chicken. This week I have really tried to incorporate more items into my menu, especially bananas. I've been craving fruit all week after eating a slice of cantaloupe with lunch and thinking it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. That left me feeling invincible and immediately jumped to bananas Tuesday morning. I think that was a little ambitious, given the flashback from the dark period when I would greet the day with my face planted firmly on the toilet seat. This morning (as suggested by Jesse) I decided to take baby steps and try small bites instead. It worked and was totally delicious!
Believe it or not, there is cereal under all of that fruit, but it's just an excuse to consume excessive amounts of milk in one sitting. Blueberries are my latest kick, as in oh-my-lord-if-I-do-not-have-blueberries-right-now-I-will-die. However, since the fresh ones are still $6 a pint, I've had to settle with frozen. I could really care less though, because I can pile them high and they make my cereal (which is always my second breakfast and before bed snack) icy and delicious. In the last two days I've nearly gone through a whole bag. I think the blueberries have just about eclipsed my love for Klondike ice cream sandwiches, but not quite.
Yesterday was a pretty good day. Today, not so much. I had to call in and schedule an appointment with the midwife for Tuesday (one week from my last appointment). I have been putting it off hoping that it was a phone call that I wouldn't have to make. As I sat on hold with the receptionist I fought back tears, but broke down and cried when I got the email confirmation that I have a 1:30pm visit on August 31st. AUGUST 31st. It's official. I'm never having this baby. He'll likely gestate for another few years and come out a moody teenager in desperate need of braces and a haircut.
