Week 18: Tired and famished!

17 weeks, 4 days.

So it’s no surprise that I’m tired. I’ve been whinging about that for weeks now, mainly because this is my blog, and I can, so there

But really? I’m tired. As in spent. I spent hours this evening upstairs making a (deliciously yummy) lasagna, and now would really like to just collapse in my chair, thankyouverymuch. Lasagna is easy, you say… how can it take hours? Well, the whole thing was made from scratch (pasta, sauce, fillings), and I was using a different recipe than I usually use, so it took a while. And it was awesome, so there.

But I spent a lot of time standing in the hot kitchen, and I think my body was trying to tell me to cut it out. It’s always telling me those kind of things lately. The nerve!

But hey… baby wanted lasagna, baby gets lasagna. Fortunately, baby’s father also enjoyed the lasagna, and now we have four two-person delicious dinners in the freezer, so I guess it’s worth it.

The problem with cooking something that takes hours right now, though, is that the instantaneous onset of massive hunger is back, and it’s so bad it actually makes me nauseous. So if I don’t eat something every couple of hours, my stomach decides to get revenge. And I was too tired and behind schedule on dinner to eat anything other than a couple of arrowroot cookies. I need to get better about planning my snacks and mini-meals, because when I get wrapped up in something, I’m not so great at stopping. And the kid’s gotta eat.

Anyway, I’m too tired to make much sense now, so I think that’s it for today’s blather. Oh, except for the short fact I’m going to post after this one, which is just hilarious.