November 23, 2011 by Heather
I just ate a whole lot of cheese and crackers. Extra Sharp Cheddar and Rosemary & Olive Oil Triscuts, to be exact. Has anyone had those delicious crunchy squares of bad breath heaven? Oh my goodness, are they ever delicious. Too bad Andrew’s at work and not home so I can breathe all in his face.
I’m hoping the constipation-causing ingredients in the cheese will be cancelled out by the fiber in the crackers. I have great hopes for this. Perhaps I should eat an apple, just to be on the safe side. I did have bran flakes for breakfast, so that’s a step in the right direction, bowel-wise. Sorry for all the bathroom talk, but everyone poops. Some less than others, but that’s ok.
I read in various pregnancy books that my hair will thicken and be fabulous and I won’t shed hardly any hair. I would like to tell those authors that they lied to me, to all of us. I have never
shedded shed so much hair IN MY LIFE. When I rinse out my shampoo in the shower and wring out the ends, I am left with a fist full of strands that I then slap onto the shower wall, disgusted and annoyed. It has gotten significantly worse since getting knocked up. I know it’s healthy to shed and all, but it’s getting a little ridiculous. I just wish those pregnancy book authors wouldn’t have told such a bold faced lie.
In other news, the tension of living in such close quarters (one room) is starting to really rise. I’ll leave it at that.
The best way to deal with the tension (or any marital problem, for that matter), we’ve found, is to engage in an all out tickle war. This is where being pregnant really gives me the upper hand. All I have to say is, “Ow, ow, my belly,” and he stops and I immediately go for the pits. Heh heh, what a sucker. I totally won the tickle war yesterday.
At the risk of this becoming a pregnancy blog, I would like to add another tidbit about being pregnant. My dreams are so. freaking. weird. I mean, weird weird. Totally out there. I wake up that I’m all like, what?? I’ve only had a couple that were sort of scary, but mostly they are just strange and twisted and filled with the most random things. I read once that one of the most boring things to tell someone about is a dream you had, so I won’t go there, since this is such exhilarating literature already and all. But I’m telling you, it is every night. It’s like my brain is on ecstasy, or X, as the kids call it. Some of them are just plain embarrassing, to be honest.
I need some fresh air. Time to take the dog for a walky walk. And yes, I am off work three days straight. 🙂