Last night, as I was watching Dan eat another dinner of leftover fridge randomness because I had yet again spoiled my dinner right when I got home, I asked him, “Do you think I will ever be in the mood to cook and eat dinner again?”
Dan: What do you mean?
Me: I mean, do you think I will go back to normal after I have this baby, or do you think I am forever a changed person?
Dan: I don’t know – what will you do about your blog?
(Side note: when I first started writing this blog Dan didn’t like the extra time it took. However, since he now knows a few people who read it, he loves that I write it. In fact, he gets very upset if I am late with a post, or if I take a rare day off. He takes this stuff seriously. Ha!)
Me: I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t thought about that.
Dan: Well it doesn’t matter either way. Once this baby gets here we have to have a healthy dinner every night as a family.
When he said that I wanted to jump up and down, clap and yell, “Good answer! Good answer!” like they do on Family Feud. Super cheesy, I know, but he was right. I won’t have a choice when the little one comes along.
However, now I just have to get over the fact that right when I get home from work I am nauseous and have a headache and the only thing that makes it better is a salty vat of carbs.
For example, last night’s dinner was a 5:30 baked potato with a side of 3 large pickles. Afterwards nothing sounds good at all.
Breakfast: rice cooker steel cut oats with a banana and a nectarine.
I am somewhat proud of myself for buying lunch at my work’s cafeteria and not getting something fried. However, tasting this loaded baked potato was definitely a trigger, and now that is all I want for every meal.
The cottage cheese and fruit was the perfect dessert. Or so I thought, until 3 hours later when I was regretting not packing an afternoon snack and my tummy was growling, someone I work with popped in my cube and asked if I wanted to go on an ice cream run. Way to hit the pregnant woman while she is down.
Really, I had no choice. This could also have something to do with my spoiled appetite around dinnertime.
I didn’t run again yesterday. It appears that running may turn into an every other day activity from here on out. Which is fine, except I need to find someway to stay active on the days I don’t run. More on that later.
I hope you all have a wonderful Friday eve!