Chicken

I don't like chicken. I haven't in a long time. It got worse when I was pregnant. I could not stand to touch it or smell it, let alone eat it. So, yesterday or so I'm eating chicken and... epiphany! I am not going to make myself eat it anymore. I never order it when I go out to eat, but I buy it, prepare it and cook it and make myself eat it because it is "good for me." It's protein. It's low fat. It's healthy calories. But it is gross. The texture is all wrong, every time I bite it I can only imagine chewing on a live chicken. It was making me nauseous. So, I'm not going to do it anymore.
I'm starting to see a problem trend with food here though. We've been eating the same healthy foods for years and are now bored, but I don't know what to replace them with because I'm kind of picky. I don't like cauliflower. I hate celery. I'm bored of broccoli. I like green beans, but husband does not. I like fresh spinach, he prefers canned. We both hate brussel sprouts. Zucchini and squash are fine but anytime you go to a cheap banquet, what do you get? Chicken and zucchini and squash. Cheap punishment food.
Potatoes are loaded with carbs. I hate red peppers, and green and yellow too. I hate onions. (Unless well cooked and tiny).
What else? I don't like cucumber. I'm bored of asparagus. I like salad, but can't eat it when it's cold. I want warm things. I love mushrooms. Pasta has too many carbs for the husband.
I'm going to have to start cooking two separate dinners each night. Our bodies and tastes are so different. I need carbs. He needs protein. Oh, and I also hate all fish of every type, sort and variety. If it swims, I won't eat it. I'm a cheeseburger-eating vegetarian. And filet mignon. And bacon. And turkey, I like turkey.

Where is my magic pill that I can just take and get all the necessary nutrients and not be hungry? How about photosynthesis?

Sounds gross to me

I'm not really interested in a cold and flu kite. Sounds lame. What's next? A vomit kite?

Hi

Oh my. A six month silence. My deep apologies. December was mostly sleeping, the pregnancy bit you see. January was ? February, March, April, May... and now June.
We are taking classes and my belly is growing and my house is filling with baby things. This all comes along so fast you see? High school, well that takes four years.
College? Five.
Engagement? Two.
Baby? 9 months.
WHAT? The biggest change you can make to your life can happen in just 9 months? Whose idea was this?

See, we just decided to stop "not" trying... and whabam! Baby. Happy birthday husband, you're gonna be a daddy.
Right now at 33 weeks I simultaneously have something poking at my lower left side and into my right ribs. It's uncomfortable and weird. Mommy people call it amazing and for me it's just been ... weird. I have an octopus in my belly. Put your hand on your cheek and press your tongue into your cheek and move it around. That's what my belly feels like all day long.
And the worst? I have no short term memory. I don't know what I ate for lunch today. The past few months? BLUR. I should have been writing things down but that's the reason for the lapse. I get on here and ... no thoughts... no memories... just a blank.

And it's all boring. I sit at home and try to work, but there isn't much to do. I grew out of all my clothes and made my own pants. If you're checking in on Facebook you get daily quips instead of weekly columns.

My dearest kitty scared me with getting a little skin cancer this past Thanksgiving but maybe is in the clear now? I would be a basket case without kitty. Beware the day.

So you know, things are good. Weather is warm, finally. I'm happy. Seven weeks until my life changes forever, right?

There are four lines!

So... I was feeling weird. I'll spare you every detail, but let's say all systems were "go" like they do for chicks on a somewhat regular basis. Right? All systems were go... then half the systems abruptly shut down. Not normal. I'm thinking it's time for a pop quiz. Either that or I have cancer I guess?

I get the test, about two days after husbands birthday - just so I know I'm not crazy. I do the thing and put the test in the sink and immediately the damn thing has two lines. I look at the paper, I look at the accusatory piece of plastic in the sink. I look at the paper, the sink. I lean over the sink and yell at the plastic indicator, "Are you sure!?" "You better be sure!"

There's another test in the box. He joins his accusatory friend in the sink and also immediately has two lines.
That's it.

There are four lines.

Holy shit.

I'm pregnant.

I'm not dead

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