Crunchee

I have this thing for apples. Well fruits and vegetables. Actually any fruit or vegetable that's crunchy and crispy. Mmmm! So weird. This is definitely a pregnancy thing. I eat at least one apple a day if not two. I like them sliced. Any type of apple but gala is my favorite and asian pear... ooo, if only they were as big as the ones in Maui.

Back on to the next pregnancy thing. My back hurts. A lot. I don't sleep well. I toss and turn and find my most comfortable position is on my back. Which is probably why it hurts. I hate sleeping on my back. I'm a stomach sleeper.

And then there's the ligament pain - at least that's what the nurse told me. The pressure gets pretty intense. I was hoping it would dissapear, but it seems like it's worse and is starting earlier than with James. If I sit for too long, it's painful to stand up. Like someone taking a sledge hammer to my pelvic bone.

I think that the tiredness is getting better. I actually jogged a mile yesterday because I just felt like it. No reason, just wanted to get off my toosh and go somewhere. It was nice. I miss that. The ankle held up pretty good. At least I think I'm getting less tired. Hard to judge today because I worked a long day and still feel hyped up on caffeine.

I'm popping my buttons when I sit down. Some of my shirts I can't even button. Time to go shopping! Yay! It's been sooo long. Hoping to find some really cute summer clothes, since this time I haven't gained much weight.... I'm in this weird phase right now where I'm not hungry anymore, but I make myself eat because I don't want to be hungry later. Is that bad? Or is that a good thing?

I feel like such a sinner for eating a double-double at In-N-Out today. It's so true. If you don't pack your lunch or snacks you eat junk food. At least I chose the light lemonade and opted for no fries. Of course my co-worker had to torture me by getting animal fries, that I had never seen before. They looked so good. I made him sit in the far corner. And I even turned down leftover fries. Guess it could have been worse, huh?

Hmm, it's late and I should off myself to bed. I've slept alone for so many years (Michael and I have completely different work schedules - I'm an early riser and he's a late-to-bed-kind-of-guy) I get mad when Michael tries to go to sleep when I do. He a) wants to talk when I just want to sleep or b) tries to cuddle. Why do I sometimes feel like the man in this relationship?

Signing off,
Belly-aching-momma