If you can't say something nice...

If you can't say something nice, then eat. Preferably cheerios or Oreo Cakesters. There isn't much I want to say at the moment that is positive or nice, so here I am talking about my favorite pregnancy comfort foods. Cheerios have become a staple of my diet since getting pregnant. And the newly discovered Oreo Cakesters, yum! Since I don't have any on hand to eat after this yucky day I am doing the next best thing; blogging about them. (I don't know the rules about using images, but isn't it just free advertising for them?)

I wish I was sitting here eating Oreo's as I type this but instead I am running a hot bath and will try to put down a few thoughts about the day without sounding too witchy.

I constantly have to remind myself that it is only one day a week that I go into the office. But it makes for such a long (not to mention uncomfortable bordering on painful) day. And I sometimes feel that I spend the rest of the week just trying to recuperate. I suggested to my bosses this morning (what I thought was a good and effective idea) that they meet together before I get there. They spend so much of the time on topics relating to the houses that are not relevant to me or my job and I feel that it is a waste of my time. They quickly shot the idea down and became apparent that it is more about their comfort level then anything else. They wouldn't hold the meeting if I wasn't coming. They wouldn't have the agenda (even though I told them I could email it) which prompts so much of the conversation. They get some comfort out of me sitting there staring into space thinking about how badly my hip hurts while they ramble on about whatever. Sigh. Ok, so the truth is that they are great bosses and I didn't mind the meetings until I started to be really uncomfortable and I know I am so blessed to be able to work from home. So, if I need to be there for a few hours to make them feel comfortable I should be able to do that without complaining. But hey, I'm pregnant. It's probably not going to happen.

I know so much of how I am feeling is because of how I am feeling. Tired, moody, and beat black and blue on the inside. The movements that we have so enjoyed for the last few months are not quite so enjoyable anymore. And the lack of sleep and the lack of breathing and the sudden reappearance of the queasiness tend to make me just a tiny bit cranky. So, I will go take a bath. I will make a special trip to the store just for Oreos (which will show when I am weighed at my appointment tomorrow.) And I will rejoice in knowing that I don't have to go into the office for six more days.