Horses!

Charlie horses! One of the late incarnations of misery associated with this pregnancy. I get them in my calves at night, sometimes on the side and you can see the indentation from the extreme muscle contraction. Holy pain. But my favorite so far has been the one I got in my armpit. Twice. And no one around to laugh at me.

Bird's quick food post

I have come to the conclusion that the absolute worst part of pregnancy is that I cannot partake of the sweet, sweet nectar that is cake/brownie/cookie batter. What is the point of these foods if one cannot eat the majority of them during preparation? Don’t get me wrong, the final product is worthy of ingestion, but I am at the point of adding raw eggs to my list of things to take with me to the hospital, so that I may partake after the baby is born. It will be a strange meal: soft cheese, raw eggs, deli meat and pink champagne.