Remember that “half-hearted” 1/2  marathon I ran back in March?

Well, apparently I wasn’t running alone… nope. I was carrying some precious cargo that is due to make his or her appearance on December 20th.

I’d like to blame my very slow time on that, but it’s probably mainly because I was undertrained and didn’t care. But if I feel like it, I can pull the pregnant card, I guess.

ANYHOW. Kristen wants me start blogging again (she told me on Facebook) and my husband agree. And I don’t really have much to blog about, but I can catch you up on the events of the past 3 months. Basically, it has been a lot of sleeping, eating comfort food and being miserable in the heat.

• I haven’t been sick at all (ok, that’s a lie. I had about 2 days of morning sickness)
• My worst symptoms have been fatigue and acne (?!?!!!)–still better than being sick
• My only food aversions have been lettuce and mexican food, which were probably my two favorite foods before getting pregnant
• My cravings include, but are not limited to: potatoes (especially instant mashed potatoes), meat!, grapes, salmon, lemonade, cheese & crackers, ranch dressing, mayonnaise!, swiss cheese
• I have spent all of my free money the past 2 months on food because I can’t pack a lunch since I don’t know what will gross me out or what I’ll be hungry for
• This is bad because I can only button one pair of dress pants for work but don’t have the money to buy maternity pants (but I only gained ~3 lbs in the first trimester)
• So far I only miss dippy eggs, but I would really like a deli sandwich but I can eat neither the deli meats (pregnancy) nor the fluffy bread (celiac)
• I’ve been running around 15 miles/week but it really depends on the heat and how I’m feeling and I don’t push myself at all
• I feel like I’ve had a constant cold &/or allergies over the past 2 month and I currently have no voice
• I had roast beef yesterday at a wedding and it was ah-mazing–this is the first time in ~7 years that I’ve had red meat

The only other thing to add is that I have noticed that people like to tell us what day is a good day to have a baby (like, “oo! the 8th is my birthday! have it then” or “12/12/12 is cool” or “have a Christmas baby!”). WHY?! I have absolutely no control over the day the baby chooses to arrive.

(P.S. Pregnancy hormones have made me impatient with people and extremely sarcastic and snarky… well, more so than usual.)