Expanding Appetites & Inedible Donuts

The second trimester of pregnancy is all about expansion.  Expanding my meal choices since I no longer barf at the smell of ham, expanding my wardrobe to include a multitude of stretchy pieces, and the wonderful adventures of an expanding pelvis.

Don't get me wrong, my second trimester was magnitudes more comfortable than my first.  I not only was excited, but ravenously-crazy about getting my hands on my first Dodger dog of the season.  Don't worry, I convinced myself that it was nitrate free and I washed down any lingering bacteria with an order of nachos and some garlic fries.  The Dodger dog was for me-- the garlic fries and nachos were for Abe (he begged!).  Matt acted shocked when I promptly requested ice cream after the game.  There's always room for ice cream!

That smile is less for the game win and more for the Dodger Dog, nachos, & garlic fries.

Needless to say, my appetite is pretty impressive.  I've also done a great job with keeping a very healthy diet.  Here's some photographic evidence of my nutritional discretion:

Hot Dog on a Stick, Sprinkles Chocolate Marshmallow Cupcake, & a taco in honor of Cinco de Mayo.  Ole!

I've also recently discovered that Torrance has a Rubios, so the Original Rubios fish taco with 4 limes has been added to my weekly rotation.  The Rubios guy already knows me by name and I just hand him my card.  He also knows I've been pilfering the "decorative" un-cut limes, so he now gives me a separate bag just for limes and flashes me that look of "just take the limes that are already prepared, please".  I'm sure they've given me a nickname by now-- "Prego Lime Lady" or something like that.

Despite my insanely large sugar intake, I passed my glucose test with flying colors. I sucked down that fizzy orange concoction like a champ! I actually have video of me chugging it down, but I thought the hacking noises that I make in between sips sounded too much like a cat trying to release an enormous hairball that it would be off-putting.

Chug, chug, chug!!!!

Thankfully, regardless of my nutritious diet, I've only put on 13 pounds... for now.  I have to keep telling myself that last part because I'm certain that the inevitable will happen and I'll wake up one day in my eighth month and have put on an additional twenty.  It'll catch up to me I'm sure.  In fact, I've unconsciously eyed clothing in Target's plus-size section, taken the item off the rack, and proceeded to the fitting room before realizing that the "x" after the number was not for "xs".  I've done that three times already!  One of those occasions Matt giggled his way around the store without telling me.  He thinks he's so funny.

All in all, my second trimester was definitely in the up & up purely because of my eating habits.  Then there's the downside.  As I approached the end of trimester two, I started to discover that my body was starting to feel a bit... achy.  So, although I've been able to add things like hot dogs and calzones to my edible list, I've had to add a not-so-edible donut to the list as well.

Tailbone and lower back pain is no bueno.  I've held off for about 3 weeks now from hitting the "purchase" button on Amazon for a foam butt donut.  I'll most likely Amazon prime that tomorrow.  Sitting for long periods is just unbearable and in the last 2 weeks I've been on 6 planes for a total of 18+ hours.  I'm sure my seat neighbors found it strange that my neck pillow slowly disappeared its way below my rear end.  Yeah... that happened.

I hear my third trimester is the beginning of the end and it's all downhill from here.  Well, I'm going to take it a day at a time and try to enjoy it as much as possible... despite the donut that I'll be towing around with me.  Cheers to second trimesters and fun meals and Bon Chance as I make my way through my third tri.  Home stretch, baby-- let's just have a couple more Dodger Dogs to usher this kid into the world. :)

Book Worms

Matt and I are avid readers.  Okay... Matt is an avid reader and I'm a so-so reader whenever there's a New York Times bestselling book series (insert: Hunger Games, Dragon Tattoo, and Twilight).  One thing that I'm really excited about is building Abishai's library.  Over our 5 years of marriage, Matt and I have amassed quite the book collection.  In fact, when we were moving in, there were more boxes dedicated to just books than there were anything else.  What can we say, we love the feeling of turning pages and we'll probably never convert to the digital book realm.  Sorry, Kindle.

I've already started building a mental list of all the books I want to read to Abe.  I was browsing through some blogs and stumbled upon a very intriguing children's book called The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunit.  Originally written & published in Germany, the story follows the journey of Little Mole who wakes up one morning to be greeted by a stinky surprise as he pokes his head out of his hole.  Poor Little Mole begins investigating the neighborhood to solve the mystery of "whodunit". Now isn't that a precious addition to any child's library?  I can see it now, sitting on the shelf in between Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and Goodnight, Moon. 

My amusement doesn't stop there.  I was pleased to learn that this particular book is "frequently bought together" with Walter the Farting Dog on Amazon.com.  Although I'm sure Abe will learn enough on his own about flatulence and bowel movements, I'm comforted by the fact that he can be entertained and educated about those topics through literature.  They may not be Caldecott Medal winners, but I'm sure they're just as memorable.

In other news, Christopher Walken may be the first person to read Where the Wild Things Are to our little boy because, well, there's just no way we could do it justice.  Listen for yourselves...