Things I miss (a prenatal list)

I miss:

My uncomplicated relationship with food.  Back in the day food and I were best friends.  We never questioned the other's intentions.  We both knew moderation was key.  We enjoyed each other's company and then moved on with our lives. As of late, we fight, the anger my meals have with me lingers and I suffer.  It's a love/hate relationship.  I have become distrustful and don't know where we stand from one minute to the next.

Dr. Pepper. The saddest part is that I miss it psychologically.  I don't crave it-- not one bit.  But I miss waiting at the fountain to get a refill, I miss the carbonation, and I miss the company a Route 44 provides through a long afternoon.  Dare I say, I even miss the little Mexican lady at Sonic? Does she think about me?

Wearing something other than my black yoga pants.  How many days in a row can you wear the same pants without people noticing?  I'll tell you when I get there.  So far its been three days.  Which brings me to the question-- Why don't they make maternity pants in long?  Tall people get pregnant too you know.  It's bad enough we have to wear maternity pants, but when they are clearly too short?  Come on.

My jawline.  Granted, it's never been strong, but you used to be able to see the change between my chin and my neck.

Motivation.  I never had much of it, but now that it's totally gone...

A few weeks ago Kitty had a stomach bug and she said to me: "I really wish the baby didn't make us so sick."

Blog humbug!

I don't know what I'm going to write about- I just wanted to use the title. I thought it was clever.

I fixed our tree, but never found our missing box of fragile and meaningful ornaments. Where could it have gone? Jared and I scoured every possible location and came up empty. The real problem is that it contains Kitty's very own ballerina ornament that she has been waiting to get out ALL year. It must also have her stocking too since her's is the only one missing. I told Kitty that it meant she doesn't get Christmas this year. She didn't think that was funny.

I haven't decided about Christmas cards this year. Don't be sad if you don't get one from us, I haven't been in the mood. Don't be sad if you are my neighbor and you don't get any goodies either (for the second year in a row) it's just too hard. Don't be sad if you are my relative and you don't get a card, a gift, or a goodie of any sort from us, I've been lazy this year. I'll try to make up for it in the coming year (but not by remembering your birthday).

Reality bites.

I am probably the only one who watches TV and admires the houses the character's live in.  For example, I wanted to live in the world of Pushing Daisies.  If you ever watch the Disney show, Good Luck Charlie don't forget to notice the very cool decor (I swear it is an updated Who's the Boss? set).  I don't know how these make-believe families pull off "cool" without it looking too cluttered.  Not to mention the colors.  You know, Nanny McPhee?  If you don't know what I mean watch it again and notice the colors.  I tend to like green woodwork, pink chairs, velvety pillows in chartreuse. 

Sadly, I discovered a more realistic representation of my home: The Middle. If you have never seen the show, I encourage you to tune in for a tour of my home, complete with fingerprints around the light switches. 

Here's the state of our Christmas tree:

I may or may not fix it.