Oh the Joys of Pregnancy!

Now before I begin... I don't want to give you the wrong idea. Despite the title, I really do love being pregnant, believe it or not, and really have no major complaints about it all. I have felt great and everything thus far has gone smoothly... There are, however, a few instances that just make me laugh so I thought I'd share!

I've heard from different girls that being pregnant kinda makes them go a little crazy.. maybe lose a few brain cells here and there? Well I'm definitely feelin' this! Two different things happended yesterday to just confirm this for me.

1-I had a breastfeeding class at 12. I got off work early. Picked JD up at the house as soon as he was done with his workout. And off we went. After we were sitting there for a few minutes, I figured I should go check to see if we were supposed to be in some particular room or what the situation was. Turns out the class was at 2. I would have bet my life the lady a couple weeks ago told me it was at noon! So JD went back up to the school to finish up editing his football clips or something and I just headed home to eat before my REAL appointment took place at 2. I would have been ok with this but JD couldn't make it at 2 so I was a little bummed to have to go by myself.

Well, once this happened I just figured it was some sort of crazy incident that happens every now and then. But nooooo. Come dinner time, going crazy occurence number 2 took place.

2-Anyone who knows me knows that cooking is just not my thing. Granted, I really do enjoy it and hope that someday when I can be a stay at home Mom I'll take the time to prepare meals each night. Right now it is just about the last thing I feel like doing after school and work. I would rather eat cereal every meal. (I love that right now.) Anyways, JD wanted to eat some tuna but we were out of mayo so he grabbed this tuna helper box we've had for way too long and said... 'why don't we make this? It'll be easy enough. I'll do the dishes while you make it.'

Fair enough, I started getting the few ingredients I needed out and put it all together on the stove. The timer went off and wala... dinner was made. So we sit down to eat and JD gets out the salt, (he salts most things. I, however, am not a salter.) He begins shakin on the salt... and then he takes a few bites and shakes on a little more. I make some smart allack remark about how that is sometimes seen as rude to the master chef that prepared the meal but I didn't take any offenst to it. He then takes a couple more bites and adds a little more salt. Well we both finished off our plates, he went back for seconds and ended up finishing it all off, and then I go and grab the box to see what sort of nutrients, if any, were in this meal.

As soon as I picked up the box and gave it a little shake, I noticed there was something inside. Immediately I busted out laughing and JD knew something was entirely up. I had totally forgotten to put in the sauce mix packet that had all the alfredo flavoring!!! So we ended up eating noodles doused in water, milk, and butter. That is why JD was using SO MUCH SALT! We laughed for about five minutes straight and couldn't believe how big of a nutcase I really am turning into!!

By the way, how sweet is JD to finish off his plate AND go back for seconds and finish the entire thing!? hahaha. oh man, I am one lucky girl.

Well all of this took place and we just laughed it off, did some homework, watched the national championship football game, and were off to bed. This moring I had a meeting with the professor for my senior seminar class to find out if I was really going to be looking for a job after I graduated or what my plans were so he could help out in any way he could. Obviously he knew I was pregnant and had a pretty good idea that I would just want to take the 'Mom' route for a while.

I just thought it was hilarious when I walked in and this is how the conversation went:

PROF: So I see you're gonna have a little adventure soon.
ME: Yeah! We're pretty excited!
PROF: So when's the big day?
ME: March 25.
PROF: Oh... so you still have a little bit, are you having twins?
ME: ha, nope just one.

It took everything I had to hold in my laughter. I've always read about these things happening to other girls, but never really thought I would experience them. I really didn't think I was that big! hahaha. Granted, I am definitely not a little girl and JD by no means is small either so I guess I shouldn't expect anything different than to pop out a toddler. It did make me feel a little better though when he told me his daughter just had a baby that was 5 pounds 7 ounces. He must be used to just seeing little bellies for little babies. That's what I told myself in order to feel better once I left.

So the joys of pregnancy are ongoing and unsurmountable. I really have loved being pregnant and absolutely love feeling her move nonstop. Putting on shoes might be my least favorite thing to do but JD is a sweetheart and helps me with this anytime he's around. I have about 11 weeks to go and I'm sure they will just be filled with blog worthy experiences! Until next time:)