Cravings?

If someone asked me if I am having cravings I would probably say no. But then, when I really think about it maybe I am. I have a new found passion for all things yummy. I find myself enjoying foods more than I ever have before. For instance, tonight I made chicken parm which I have done many times before. But tonight, I savored every bite as if it were the tastiest morsel to ever meet my mouth.

I have also been more excited about trying new recipes. This week I made broccoli cheddar soup (a Panera imitation recipe) for the first which was scrumptious (although unhealthy!).

I have also been on a baking frenzy. I made chocolate chip cookies, chocolate pudding cake and a chocolate yellow cake with frosting all since Friday. Maybe I should chill out on the chocolate so I don't turn into a extra chubby pregnant woman?

17 Weeks: The Tummy

5 Weeks

17 Weeks

At 17 weeks it seems the baby tummy has arrived and is here to stay. Since about 13 weeks I've had a bump that comes and goes, mostly with the passing of the day. But now, I wake with it and go to sleep with it. It's so exciting (and comforting) to know that the growing of my belly is a reflection of the growing of our baby.

Weekends

Weekends are a funny thing. Some days feel like an eternity and some feel like they pass in the blink of an eye. Some weekend days are filled with productivity, while others see the hours pass from a cozy spot in your bed.

Yesterday I packed up my shoes, my bags, half of my bathroom closet, the entire hall closet, a few cookbooks & kitchen linens. We also tackled the basement which was so overwhelming I lasted a short 5 minutes until Chris sent me upstairs to have my meltdown elsewhere :) It was an incredibly productive day in getting ready for our move to a bigger apartment in two weeks.

But today? I would say my biggest accomplishment was eating two meals and preparing the third now. I also took a nap, surfed the internet and read some of Anne of Green Gables. An entirely different day than yesterday. Honestly, though, today was just as satisfying as yesterday and I think that is the beauty of weekends.

Pregnancy: A Kindergarten Perspective

Teaching Kindergarteners while pregnant is both a joy and a lesson in thick skin. The children's favorite thing to ask me currently is, "When are you going to get fat? (emphasis theirs)"

This week my stomach is really beginning to grow (nothing huge, but no longer flat!). This morning several of them remarked right away about how much my tummy is growing. I'm glad that I'm glad it's growing because otherwise I might be self-conscious or hurt. What they really like to tell me is that they wish I was having anywhere between 5 and 100,000 babies so my stomach would fill the entire school. I kid you not. They say that to me almost daily.

I suppose because my tummy was more noticeable today, they all converged around my belly trying to listen to it. They are really fascinated with listening to my stomach, regardless of how many times I tell them there's nothing to hear. The baby is too small and anyway, can you ever hear anything? I'm guessing not. I did play the baby's heartbeat for them, which they loved.

My favorite comment came from one of my wild cuties today. We were talking about growing bellies and he said to me, "Oh, gosh, I'm so glad I'm a boy. I would not want a baby coming out of my stomach!"

Disappointed

Ever heard of The Roches? The are a rocking set of sisters with beautiful melodies. To hear one of their songs head here. But, that's not really the point. They have a song called Disappointed. That's how I'm feeling right now.

If I think I'm gonna have a chocolate sundae
but it's Sunday
And when I get to the door of the ice cream store
it says closed
Sitting down on the sidewalk
I feel like I'm gonna cry
You can call me silly but I don't think I am
and here's why

I'm disappointed disappointed
I didn't get what I wanted
I might get over it someday
but for now I think I'll stay
Disappointed that's all

Shelly's coming over for a playdate and I can't wait
But just before the doorbell rings
the telephone does and it brings
the bad news
Shelly's mom says she's not coming
she's come down with the flu
We were gonna have some fun but now there's
nothing to do

I'm disappointed
I didn't get what I wanted
I might get over it someday
but for now I think I'll stay
Disappointed that's all

Woke up yesterday and it was snowing
I won't be going
I lay in bed and realized I was a little bit surprised
it felt good
Because the place that I was going
wasn't circus it was school
Instead of being angry I was happy I was cool

Not disappointed
This time I got what I wanted
I didn't know it at first
then I jumped up with a burst
Not disappointed that's all

I feel like the kid in the story who didn't get the chocolate ice cream cone. Chris and I didn't get the apartment we wanted. We are moving into a two bedroom so we have space for our baby. There are some rough apartments out there. This one was so nice and clean and bright and spacious. I can't believe we didn't get it and it's hard, right now, to trust we'll find a better place. And instead of hunting for new places I want to sit here a mope. But that's not helpful.

feelin' the love

Did I ever tell you the story of my student who wrote a story about drowning me? No? Yeah. That was a nice one. She said in her story I was annoying her so she drowned me.

And then today? She drew a picture of a graveyard and said the big headstone was for me. Sweet.

post-edit: these things don't make lovin' her any easier.

New look for a new year!

Thanks to my amazingly talented husband, I've got a new blog design. He's been hard at work for the past couple days and I couldn't be more excited with the final outcome. I'm happy about having a wider space to write in and a "beak tweet" friendly theme.

Enjoy!