Kicking, cravings and other nonsense
Thursday, September 13th, 2007
If the past couple of days are any indication, I’m pretty sure that Nate is going to be a kickboxer, soccer player, or champion kick ball star. Little Man’s movement has increased dramatically over the past week. It has been exciting being able to feel him move around and try to determine his schedule, which at this point is very random. Hopefully within the next week or so Jeremy will be able to feel something.
Now on to the cravings. I’ve read stories about women who crave crazy things like mac & cheese with peanut butter or enormous spoonfuls of butter. I have not really had any weird cravings, but for the past week any time I think about food I find myself needing a chicken pot pie. Weird, I know. I think it stems from a Boston Market commercial I saw last week. The chicken pot pie looked so delicious I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. So right now, as I sit on the couch typing this, my delicious Boston Market chicken pot pie is baking in the oven. I hope it is as satisfying as my crazy pregnant brain thinks it will be.
I just told Jeremy that we need to take an updated picture, because my belly has definitely expanded to twice the normal size. And my stomach is so hard I’m pretty sure I know what it’s like to have a six-pack (except I’m sort of round like a keg). If we can eventually find our scanner I promise pictures of both Nate’s ultrasound and my growing belly. Maybe, if you’re lucky, we’ll post a picture of Jeremy, too. I’d hate for him to feel left out.
UPDATE: The Boston Market chicken pot pie was the most delicious pot pie that I’ve ever tasted. It exceed my expectations and craving. I should have bought more than one.
