Randomness from a Pregnant Brain

I think with every passing day my belly gets bigger and my brain gets mushier.  I am so forgetful Rocky makes me put reminders in my phone for everything.  Today I went to make lunch and by time I got to the kitchen 15 feet away I had forgotten what I was going in the kitchen to do.  Nice.  So this post is full of all the randomness that is my life (and brain) right now.  First, belly pic from 16 weeks. 

This year for Halloween I escaped dressing up once again.  Unfortunately, Aisha did not.  I bought her first ever shirt.  Poor thing.  I adopted her over 6 years ago and never in all that time has she ever worn a shirt.  However, I decided that since we were handing out candy this year, we needed to be a bit more festive.  She was so confused.  She walked around without bending her legs for some reason.  It was actually pretty funny, but I did feel a little bad for her.  When I took it off, she grabbed it out of my hands and took of running with it in her mouth.  She dropped it on her bed and laid on top of it while chewing on the corner.  I'm thinking she was trying to send a message... possible the same one I have been trying to send to Rocky about Halloween for years.  Still, she looked pretty cute.

 
So I avoided Halloween this year by suggesting Rocky go to Matagorda fishing.  As it turned out, our friend Tony was available so the boys set out for a guys' weekend.  I was left at home to watch trash tv, be lazy, organize, and be creative.  I decided to tackle a fall wreath.  I didn't want anything too over the top so I settled for a simple burlap wreath with scrap material flowers.  Super easy project that kept me busy while I sat at home and watched old episodes of Real Housewives. 

I think Aisha is figuring out that something is going on.  She has been more clingy than usual and has started letting herself into our bed.  I could possible be to blame for this a bit since I always let her sleep with me when Rocky is gone.  But it has gotten pretty bad.  Now she gets in bed even when he's home.  I usually go to be a lot earlier than he does so she just crawls on up.  When he gets ready to come to bed, there we are.  She even lays on his pillow now...

Back to pregnancy topics...cravings.  I still haven't had any real cravings, thank goodness.  So far, two main things stick out as cravings.  The first one is milk.  I drink so much milk.  Today, I finally stopped after my fourth glass because I was afraid I was going to grow utters (wait, that might have actually already happened...)  But seriously, I'm not sure if there is a limit to how much milk you should consume in one day.  It's 1% but still, I'm thinking the fat adds up.  Here is what is left of the gallon of milk I bought 4 days ago. 

My other major craving...beer.  I actually envisioned liking Rocky's tongue the other day while he was drinking a beer.  That's when I thought I might have an issue.  I haven't been indulging it other than a little tiny sip from time to time.  The closest I have gotten is O'Doul's and Buckler.  Of course after downing a few of those on top of pregnant brain, it's almost like I'm drunk.  

My other new favorite "drink" is Fre wine.  Not even close to the real thing, but it looks like wine and it's not water.  It allows me to participate in book club and girls' nights without feeling completely lame. 

Once more thing... I have been trying to stay active and in the gym, but I'm getting a little bored with it now that I don't have any workout buddies.  I've been running in the neighborhood, which helps, but now Aisha has trouble keeping up in her old age so I have to go alone, which sucks.  Randomly, I put in the Wii Sport disc the other day to see if there was something on there I could do to at least feel like I had done something besides sit on the sofa (which I had done plenty of) and  a new obsession was born.  Wii boxing is my new obsession.  I moved through the first few levels pretty quickly, but now I am having trouble with this one nasty biotch who keeps kicking my butt.  It is starting to really piss me off.  I spent a significant amount of time today trying to beat her, and now I cannot raise my arms over my head without moaning.  I AM SO SORE!  Maybe I am finding a productive outlet for my aggression and annoyance (one night this week Rocky was picking on me and I actually said to my husband, "You're going to get hit so you better tell me where you want it").  Trying to beat "Kathrin" is a bit more productive and a lot less domestic violence-ish.  And who knows, maybe I'll be ripped by time the baby comes.