Pregnancy: 15 1/2 weeks and counting...

So I woke up at three AM last night and couldn't fall back to sleep.  I originally woke up because the warning bells of "if you don't pee now you'll poison yourself" went off, and when I laid back down I realized I was starving.  STARVING!  At freaking three in the morning.  I tried to just fall back to sleep, mainly because I've never been one of those who can get out of bed and make herself a sandwich...

But I noticed that my cat, Mael, was shivering on my pillow.  I stared at him for about twenty minutes, his giant gold eyes staring back.  Shivering.  My dog kept sticking her head out of the covers and looking at me, so I took her outside so she could pee.  Got back in bed and was so hungry (like starvin' Marvin) that I had to go to the fridge and eat two fat green olives.  I inhaled them.  And, yes, they are a large part of my diet -- the green italian olive stuffed with various whatnot allows me to curb a weird salty craving I've been having.  

I bought the big jars at Costco last week, and one of them is almost gone.  

My favorite part of the olive is that after I eat a few I want a cookie, or something sweet.  Then when I burp it tastes like vanilla ice cream.  It's sort of creepy.  Yet delicious.

The most annoying thing about being pregnant, thus far, is that anything can give me gas.  Something as innocent as water can make me burp for twenty minutes.  Or worse, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about that.  

At least the morning sickness is mainly gone -- after this next week it's supposed to be absolutely gone, but who knows.  Out of all the pregnant women I know mine has been the worst.  This is most telling when they say, "What, you actually puked?"  Yes, and there were some days when I would puke twice.  Thank god for nausea medication -- I only lost four pounds due to being sick.  It was much worse last time, but maybe more on that next time.  But at my last doctor's appointment I had gained five pounds -- so overall I'm up one pound.  Woo-hoo pregnancy weight.

One more thing, we watched I am Legend last night.  I really liked it, which surprised me.  But, how can you not like Will Smith?  Come on.  He's attractive AND talented.

Laziness

When I'm not in the "fragile state" of being pregnant I'm pretty good at organizing my thoughts and getting things done.  With Brian, I'm altogether a moron.  I know there are things I should be accomplishing (oh, I don't know, homework, cleaning, finishing that freaking doll) but instead I lay on the couch in my basement and watch TV.  Evil TV.  I know that as soon as I turn that damned thing on I'm stuck, but I still manage to sneak down there on a daily basis and come up with same lame excuse that lets me turn it on.

"Look, I'll only watch Weird Science and then I'll turn it off and start writing my English method papers."

The movie ends (which is more sexist, racist, and awful than I had remembered it... that John Hughes was messed up... also there was a strange mix of homoeroticism, with the young boy characters sitting around without their shirts on, and wearing women's underpants) and then I thought, I can watch the last thirty minutes of this mummy movie on SciFi, this could be interesting.  NO!  IT'S NOT!  

To say the least I never got around to starting my assignments last night.  Even now, as I type this post, I know I am procrastinating.  I would like to think that I'm burned out.  There are only three or so weeks left of school, and I'm kind of done.  But, mainly, it's this laziness that has kindly draped itself over my eyes and made me apathetic.  

Oh, I also took two PRAXIS exams over the weekend.  This is the test that lets you have your teaching endorsement in a certain area, like English and Biology.  I didn't study.  I spent 10 of the last 14 weeks being incapable of thinking or eating (due to Brian), and never took the time to study.

Bleh.  Are you sick of listening to me yet?  I am...  Okay, I've go to read about how to help teens read and write, then write two 2-page papers on it.  I don't want to go to class today.  But that's my fault, not Brian's (though I will continue to point the finger at him... it's easier that way.)

Fun with Fetus'

This image was created by Dylan Meconis.  This is definitely how I feel about Brian -- I mean, it's great having a fetus.  I'm at 12 weeks now, so the morning sickness (which is more of a nightly thing lately) is supposed to start becoming less of a problem.  

Last night Halloween was a bit of bust.  We had 7 trick-or-treaters.  Oh, you heard right, 7.  Last year we had something like 60.  We figure the trunk-or-treat going on at the church up the street killed the fun for the night.  We even dressed up!  We forgot to take pictures, but I was a skeleton zombie and Alex was creeping death.  I mean, we had masks and everything, and freaking Utah parents decided to kill Halloween by carting their fat kids from trunk to trunk in a parking lot.  Halloween is about WALKING house to house and asking strangers for candy!  It's kind of scary!  But mostly it's fun!  But, oh no, parents around here....  I'm so mad about it.  I bought 10 lbs of candy to give out, and now I'll have to take half of it back to Costco today to return it.  Boo!  Alex and I decided our kids will definitely go out for candy, and they can eat it until their sick.  Because that's what Halloween is about.

Plus, you see, I grew up in tiny Rigby, Idaho.  There were many Halloweens where we would trek through the SNOW, our costumes mostly obliterated by warm coats and shoes, to get candy. Now, If I had fun trick-or-treating in 20-30 degree weather, other kids would have loved last night when it was 70 degrees and warm.  Utah parents are such weenies.