Hello, third trimester! I cannot believe how quickly this pregnancy is flying by. On the up side, I no longer have to puke every day. On the down side, my worst enemy is now my own stomach acid. But, only 13ish more weeks, and it'll be a baby waking me up every couple of hours at night instead of my need for tums. That's something to look forward to, right?
It's been such a long time since I've blogged. But I've missed it. I think about it often. It was my first pregnancy and early months of motherhood that inspired me to start this blog in the first place, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me that I'm feeling the urge to write again now. For the record, though, getting pregnant to overcome writer's block is not going to work as a long-term strategy.
Life moves on. I'm trying to cherish my moments with Little Spaghetti as an "only" child now before the baby comes. He makes it easy, though. He's always fun.
Last night, he found a noodle on the floor from a previous meal (I promise my house isn't really that gross). He tried to get my husband to eat it by singing a song he learned on tv.
"Try it, try it. You just might like it. Try it, try it. It's good to try something new."
"No way," said Mr. Engineer. "I'm not eating that. It's all old and dried out."
Little Spaghetti jumped right back into his song, "Try it, try it. You just might like something old and dried out."
He's got a point there...