Friday, October 22, 2010

T.M.I. for some maybe, but the momma's will understand!!

As I sit down on the couch with a hot cup of candy cane tea, I tuck a blanket firmly around me, and watch the raindrops slowly fall against the window. I have an overwhelming sense of comfort in the feel of the holiday season approaching. And just as I am drifting into complete relaxation, a little someone down below lets me know its time to get up again. Is this my baby moving about? Oh no, it is what I often refer to as another person living inside of me, My Bladder. It has been a joke in my family for a long time about my small bladder and large consumption of water (not the best combo). That was before I was pregnant, so as you can imagine with the same consumption of water as before, but an even smaller bladder being squashed by my little man (especially since he likes to continually stay low and sit right on it); it has gotten out of hand. I cant even tell you the number of times that I visit the little ladies room on a daily basis, but I can tell you it is far too many. I literally know where every restroom is in every store or restaurant I have ever been in because I have inevitably had to use it. Since being prego, we have taken stock in t.p. as I alone have gone through a role a day it seems. My hubby Kyle is very patient with me when we are out and about and every 15 minutes I let him know I need to use the ladies room, or when we are in the middle of a conversation or a movie and we have to pause for a restroom break again. Consuming less water is not an option because I continuously feel like I am "droughting" as I refer to it to my hubby.  So, all that to say we are never very far from a restroom, and I have nightmares about what labor and delivery will be like with my unquenchable thirst and itty bitty bladder. If that was too much info for some of you... oh well!! I know the prego momma's out there get my drift.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Dryer eat or not to eat, that is the question?

So about the wonderful world of cravings, it would not be a very good Prego Momma blog if we did not talk about these. Some momma's don't really have any, while others have one specific one or a few throughout pregnancy. I fit in the category of a few throughout. They each have generally lasted a couple of weeks and then it was on to the next. Here are a few of them......
Bean Burritos (just beans. Ask kyle about that one!! We went to every taco place around to find the right one and he was so patient about it. Lets just say I could never have one again and be more than okay with that).
Pickles (dill, refrigerator pickles)
Peanuts (in the shell only)
Cucumbers (so I still eat these a lot but I have simmered down from about 3 entire cucumbers a day to just 1)
Pistachios (in the shell. This is one of my latest. I bought a giant bag of them from Costco and lets just say, it won't  be lasting long).

At this point you are probably wondering what the title of my blog today has to do with cravings. And here is where my cravings go crazy! So, my favorite aisle in a store has always been the laundry aisle. I could stand there for hours because I love the smell of detergent, dryer sheets etc. However, in the past couple of weeks this enjoyment has been taken to a totally different level. I crave these smells. I bought a candle at the store the last week called Fresh Linen and could literally hold it up to my nose all day. I Febreeze the house with its 'fresh air' scent, once every day (and I say once only because I tell myself that its probably not the best idea to do it multiple times throughout the day). As I put the load of laundry in and pull out the box of dryer sheets lingering over their smell, I contemplate how one might taste if I just gnaw on it for awhile. A woman was sitting next to me the other day and I could smell her laundry detergent. But don't worry I stopped myself short of leaning over and smelling her sleeve.
I would just like to say at this time that I am in my third trimester and so my brain cells are a little hormonally warped, but before you call up Kyle to see if I should maybe not be left at home alone; I do realize that any over-indulgence in smelling these products is not a good idea. So, what I really wonder is, what weird craving is going to happen next (oh dear).