The Morning Yak

Clearly this little creature growing inside of me is not a morning child.

Every morning upon waking Rob gets out of bed and fixes me toast. Toast I accept somewhat groggily and eat while still laying in bed. I then split the extra piece of toast into two pieces and give them to the two 4 legged friends who are loving the whole idea of breakfast in bed with me. I then sit up gingerly...some mornings I run straight to the bathroom and worship the porcelain throne. Other mornings I think the toast has worked...and just when I am dressed and ready to leave I end up...you guessed it.... worshiping the porcelain throne. I might as well just accept that I am going to yak every morning and just get it over with. Either way I'd rather have the morning yak AFTER eating toast because stomach acid is really gross stuff

I must also say the importance of the cleanliness of the toilet has never been so important to me.

I am like a bloodhound dog now. Give me a shirt and I can track anyone down! I am not kidding I can smell anything. Now some might view this as a positive thing...however it really isn't.

Do you know how many people don't shower daily? How do dogs survive? I think if I were a dog I might just bite a stinky person right in the leg.

Poor Rob...I force him to put on deodorant before coming to bed. I sniff near him before he's allowed to even set foot near the bed. Woe be unto him if he doesn't pass the sniff test!

I crave meat! MEAT MEAT MEAT! Where's my beef? I want corned beef! I want steak! I want beef jerky....anything meaty is yummy...however under no circumstance can I be exposed to raw meat or it's time spent in worship of porcelain throne for me!

I am completely unreasonable....poor Rob! The other night he was making me meat and I heard the raw meat peeling apart and I became enraged.

I yelled, "How DARE you separate the meat when I can hear it. Don't you love me? Don't you understand that I am pregnant? YOU made me this way and now you have the NERVE to separate meat within my earshot! MEN! "

Poor man he just stood there looking at me as if I'd grown an extra head. Now the funny part is that it wasn't until after I had yelled at him that it dawned on me.... my aversion to the sound was completely ridiculous. If he hadn't stood there looking as though he was afraid to move because he had a great fear for his own safety I am not sure I would have realized how completely insane I am.

All and all though pregnancy is great. The moments when I wake up to find Rob's hand protectively over my belly while he sleeps...it's the best. I can't wait till this little baby gets out into the world so that I can hold him/her....watch em grow, teach em...I love being a mommy!