Week 22: The Hunger Pangs
At week 22, my baby is about the size of a spaghetti squash. Which is great, because she's getting bigger, but it's also terrible, because of the recent food trends of people replacing real, actual pasta with this vegetable wolf in sheep's clothing.
(I will never trick you this way, baby girl. I will always be honest about what I'm telling you to stick in your mouth and digest. Of course, depending on how picky you are, I might make you wait till you've finished eating it before I tell you. But I won't lie.)
There have also been several accomplishments this week:
Culinary Successes: I've had two major culinary successes this past week. One, I cooked pork chops without drying them out. Chalk it up to luck and timing, and they were also delicious!
Two, I made this Frosty Peanut Butter Pie. It was delicious, and satisfied my need for pie along with my need to not turn my apartment into an oven. I'm sharing the recipe with you all because I love you.
She's beauty, she's grace, she'll walk straight into a doorframe because she turned around too fast. Was it painful? Yes, I smashed my toes real good and somehow managed to scrape the back of my hand. But I'd like to chalk it up to my improv comedy training that after my initial pain reaction (a quiet hiss and several "ow's") I actually mostly thought it was funny and decided to tell everyone about it, assuming they'd laugh and be like "haha! what fun your clumsiness is, you've now filled our day with gaiety" when instead they were like "oh no are you okay?"
Except for my mom, who was like "yeah, that happens. it's okay though, when i was pregnant i fell down the stairs and everything turned out fine" so at least I've got that.
Baby Feels: Just adding up another one to the list; Aunt Natalie got to feel the baby kicking in the middle of church. She's (the baby, not Natalie) got a habit of moving around and distracting me when I'm trying to sit still. This, of course, will only get worse when she's actually outside of my body.
Cashier Chatting: I generally do the grocery shopping once a week, and this last week when I went, the cashier lady noticed I was pregnant. This was wonderful, as it was The Sign I'd been waiting for during these past few weeks.
What Sign are you talking about, Carina? Basically it was a sign that I finally actually look pregnant instead of just saying I'm pregnant (and feeling all the sickness and exhaustion and other pregnancy symptoms) and that friendly cashier ladies will chat me up about it. My pregnancy is real now, people, a stranger validated me!
Hangry and Alone: Lately I've been having this feeling. Usually it occurs when I've been working on something for a while, and I'll stop and realize that I have a headache, and I'm feeling super grumpy, but about what I can't pinpoint. So I'll wander around the house for a bit, grumpy and upset, before I realize... I'm hungry and it's time for me to eat.
It's a peculiar thing, being hangry and alone in the house. There's no one else for me to be grumpy at, so it's unsatisfying in that sense. Also, usually when I'm hangry and with Isaiah, he just sits me down and makes me food (he's learned during our marriage so far that I'm pretty useless if I'm hungry). But when I'm by myself, I've had to learn the symptoms so I can make myself food before the feelings of grumpiness and hunger-sickness overtake me.
"But Carina, don't you feel normal hungry before you move to hangry?" No. As a pregnant woman so far, these are the stages of not-hunger to hunger that I feel: 1) I Am A Dead Body With Rocks Tied Around My Ankles So I Will Sink Better Fullness, 2) Uncomfortably Full, 3) Not-Full, 4) Hunter-Gatherer, 5) Hangry, 6) Feeling Physically Ill, 7) Dead. You'll note the Hunter-Gatherer phase in between the Not-Full and Hangry phases. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'll catch my hunger here and know I either need a snack or to start preparing a meal (depending on the time of day). But this stage usually only lasts a very short time, so if I don't catch it (say, because I'm busy working on something) then I won't realize I'm hungry until I'm hangry.
Speaking of which, I'm starting to get a headache, and it's almost lunchtime, and I've spent most of this blog post talking about food. I'll write more next week, hopefully not when I'm hungry.
(I will never trick you this way, baby girl. I will always be honest about what I'm telling you to stick in your mouth and digest. Of course, depending on how picky you are, I might make you wait till you've finished eating it before I tell you. But I won't lie.)
There have also been several accomplishments this week:
Culinary Successes: I've had two major culinary successes this past week. One, I cooked pork chops without drying them out. Chalk it up to luck and timing, and they were also delicious!
Two, I made this Frosty Peanut Butter Pie. It was delicious, and satisfied my need for pie along with my need to not turn my apartment into an oven. I'm sharing the recipe with you all because I love you.
She's beauty, she's grace, she'll walk straight into a doorframe because she turned around too fast. Was it painful? Yes, I smashed my toes real good and somehow managed to scrape the back of my hand. But I'd like to chalk it up to my improv comedy training that after my initial pain reaction (a quiet hiss and several "ow's") I actually mostly thought it was funny and decided to tell everyone about it, assuming they'd laugh and be like "haha! what fun your clumsiness is, you've now filled our day with gaiety" when instead they were like "oh no are you okay?"
Except for my mom, who was like "yeah, that happens. it's okay though, when i was pregnant i fell down the stairs and everything turned out fine" so at least I've got that.
Baby Feels: Just adding up another one to the list; Aunt Natalie got to feel the baby kicking in the middle of church. She's (the baby, not Natalie) got a habit of moving around and distracting me when I'm trying to sit still. This, of course, will only get worse when she's actually outside of my body.
Cashier Chatting: I generally do the grocery shopping once a week, and this last week when I went, the cashier lady noticed I was pregnant. This was wonderful, as it was The Sign I'd been waiting for during these past few weeks.
What Sign are you talking about, Carina? Basically it was a sign that I finally actually look pregnant instead of just saying I'm pregnant (and feeling all the sickness and exhaustion and other pregnancy symptoms) and that friendly cashier ladies will chat me up about it. My pregnancy is real now, people, a stranger validated me!
Hangry and Alone: Lately I've been having this feeling. Usually it occurs when I've been working on something for a while, and I'll stop and realize that I have a headache, and I'm feeling super grumpy, but about what I can't pinpoint. So I'll wander around the house for a bit, grumpy and upset, before I realize... I'm hungry and it's time for me to eat.
It's a peculiar thing, being hangry and alone in the house. There's no one else for me to be grumpy at, so it's unsatisfying in that sense. Also, usually when I'm hangry and with Isaiah, he just sits me down and makes me food (he's learned during our marriage so far that I'm pretty useless if I'm hungry). But when I'm by myself, I've had to learn the symptoms so I can make myself food before the feelings of grumpiness and hunger-sickness overtake me.
"But Carina, don't you feel normal hungry before you move to hangry?" No. As a pregnant woman so far, these are the stages of not-hunger to hunger that I feel: 1) I Am A Dead Body With Rocks Tied Around My Ankles So I Will Sink Better Fullness, 2) Uncomfortably Full, 3) Not-Full, 4) Hunter-Gatherer, 5) Hangry, 6) Feeling Physically Ill, 7) Dead. You'll note the Hunter-Gatherer phase in between the Not-Full and Hangry phases. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'll catch my hunger here and know I either need a snack or to start preparing a meal (depending on the time of day). But this stage usually only lasts a very short time, so if I don't catch it (say, because I'm busy working on something) then I won't realize I'm hungry until I'm hangry.
Speaking of which, I'm starting to get a headache, and it's almost lunchtime, and I've spent most of this blog post talking about food. I'll write more next week, hopefully not when I'm hungry.
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