28 Weeks and Meatloaf

So...I've been watching a lot of back episodes of The Office lately. Partly stemming from when I had the flu and was actually so sick that I couldn't read and partly stemming from the fact that one of the Husband's classmates is exactly like Dwight Schrute.

I am not naming names.

In the Dwight Schrute spirit I would like to present you with some 28 week FACTS!

FACT! Being 28 weeks pregnant is uncomfortable. I never fully appreciated you, my sciatic nerve, so I can understand why you want to stab me in the...behind, but please...I'll do whatever you tell me to from now on and never take you for granted again!

FACT! Hips hurt when they have to prepare to do something that they probably don't really want to do.

FACT! It is nigh unto impossible to sleep when your hips and sciatic nerve mutiny against you.

FACT! Strawberries are the closest to bliss I can get right now. They don't care that I'm exhausted and working a meaningless job for the health insurance! They are sweet and fresh and so so delicious.

FACT! Chocolate chip ice cream is the highlight of my work week. I've weeded out nearly all junk food from my diet and have but one fixed indulgence, and that, my friends, is that little carton of chocolate chip ice cream.

FACT! No matter how hard you try you are nearly always doing something wrong. I'm trying really hard to have a sense of humor about it and not cry.

FACT! I cry a lot.

FACT! The Husband? He's eating meatloaf. Not just any meatloaf, he would have me remind you. No, he is eating CAJUN meatloaf... otherwise known as the nectar of the Meat Eating Gods.

I can't really fault him for it. He has yet another group presentation tomorrow with his group of Alpha Females who drive him bonkers because he's accustomed to living with me--and Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care.

As for me? There's another quart of strawberries in the fridge and only 12 more weeks to go until we get to meet the boy.