Sunday, February 23, 2014

Nesting, Apparently...

I hadn't considered nesting instincts as a force to be reckoned with - more of a myth or just a way to explain staying busy while waiting for the arrival of your little one. Well, I will now be the first to admit that the nesting instinct is not only real, but quite formidable.

Thus far, it has manifested primarily as a meal planning and freezer cooking obsession. From new recipes to new techniques, spreadsheets to shopping lists, there is now a checklist and/or folder for just about everything. The main project of the last couple weeks has been to organize and incorporate all aspects of meal planning, recipes, food preservation, and produce charts into one handy spreadsheet broken down by month. What to make in bulk, weekly grocery lists, seasonal produce, food preservation, etc - all while staying nearly gluten-free, eating seasonally, and avoiding anything highly processed.

How far along: 24 weeks
Maternity clothes: Still a mix. Belly bands or hairbands with my normal pants still work, but it's so much less hassle to just use maternity ones. A friend loaned me her stash of maternity tops so I've only purchased two pairs of trousers, a pair of jeans, a couple tees and tanks, and one cardigan.
Sleep: Oh sure, right in between the potty breaks, joint pain, insomnia...
Best moment this week: Smalls has become much more active and Chris was finally able to feel him moving!
Missing anything? Alcohol. Specifically champagne and dirty martinis.
Movement: Oh yes, probably should look into karate lessons.
Cravings: Turkey lunch meat - which I'm still avoiding for the most part, but it always sounds amazing. I've also been eating cherry tomatoes like they're going out of style!
Anything making you queasy or sick? Ketchup, the smell of microwave meals (which everyone loves to make at the office) and other people's food in general.
Gender: Boy, oh boy
Labour signs: Nope! I did have a few Braxton Hicks, but they were very mild and seem to be because I wasn't drinking enough water.
Symptoms: Forgetful, clumsy, achy, and tired, tired, tired.
Happy or moody: Moody lately, ugh! The next person to comment on how "big" I'm getting may end up on the receiving end of "I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?"
Looking forward to: Getting construction started on our lot!
Funny moments: I've been talking in my sleep a bit, which is fairly normal when I'm overtired or stressed. Recently Chris asked me to move over after I had fallen asleep; it appears that he feels entitled to "half of the bed" or some such nonsense. I'm being told that I promptly informed him, "My sides hurt and I'm extremely busy." (Chris: Ok... so can you scoot over?) "Just stop moving when I'm moving." (Chris: No one is moving...)

I know where we can find a tennis ball...

If the bed fits...

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