...I wake up at 3am and am absolutely DYING for some crushed ice. Coincidentally, I wake the husband up with my crunching noises, and since he's so use to it, it doesn't even phase him.
...I find myself waking up early in the morning, just so I can have my morning fix of waffles and turkey sausage, only to find one morning when it's the last thing I want. Craving DONE.
...I am completely exhausted one day, and can't find any motivation to get off the couch, but another day, I am so full of energy that I'd leave Lance Armstrong in the dust...providing I could swing myself up on a bike.
...whoa. Are these my boobs? They've overtaken my body.
...Is it really too much to ask to go one hour between potty visits?
...if only these maternity jeans would stay up, instead of sliding down every time I bend over, walk around, or sit down.
...Patience? What does that mean?
...I take my big refillable popcorn bucket to the theater in the middle of the day, with no inclination to see a movie. I just HAVE to have some movie-theater popcorn. NOW!! In fact, every day would be just great.
...the people at Jamba juice know me. One original Mango-A-Go-Go with protein boost, coming right up. (These are especially good in combination with the movie theater popcorn!)
..."Yes, I'd like 5 bags of your crushed ice please." The people at Sonic have never heard of such a request.
...you mean I have to cook dinner today? Gross. Food is the last thing on my mind.
...food is the only thing on my mind.
...I am driving along. I smell french fries. Absolutely MUST get french fries!
...I endure people saying "Oh, you are having a baby! You must be due any time, right?" Nope. 3 months left. Thank you for making me feel huge.
...I recreate The Great Wall Of China in bed every night, with my body pillow and blankets, just to get comfortable. The husband doesn't stand a chance of getting through the barrier.
...crushed ice!! Oh, did I mention that already?
...oh my goodness. My belly feels SOOOOO tight! Can it stretch any more?
...I keep a stash of crackers, candy, and other such goodies in my purse. These are intended for me. Not my toddler.
...."Honey, do you want some ice cream?" Uh, no thanks. Got any crushed ice?
...this shirt fit me last week. Seriously?
...shaving my legs? No easy feat.
...help. I was sitting on the floor. Now I can't get up.
...I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING!
...oh, did I forget to write something? I can't remember anything lately.
...as much as I've always loved brushing my teeth, I now dread it. I gag with every swipe of the tooth brush.
..."Babe, come feel the baby kick! Oh, he stopped. No wait, he kicked again! Just keep your hand here. Eventually you will feel..."
...is 9:30 am too early for a nap?
...do you smell that? My nose is constantly in overdrive.
...I'm not waddling! Am I?
...Why am I crying all the time? Seriously. A bird flies past me and I tear up.
...I really want to go to bed, but first, I have to climb up my stairs. Is it really worth it? The couch looks so appealing right now.
...Countless hours are spent talking to the baby, and rubbing my stomach.
...never before have weeks been counted off with such fastidiousness. Another week checked off the calendar brings such joy.
...just don't even tell me what I weigh now.
...the phrase: "Bottoms off. The doc will be in to check you" doesn't even phase me.
(winners will be posted later today!)