A partial list of cravings so far:
- tortellini with pesto
- banana smoothies
- green smoothies
- dim sum-style turnip cakes
- pad Thai
- toast
- more toast
- seriously, an embarrassing amount of toast
- kefir
- samosas
- peanut sauce
- macaroni and cheese
- pudding cups
- soft white foods in general
- my beloved kombucha SCOBY, which I had to throw away and then barf a bunch afterwards
- red meat
- the inside of my own mouth
- the stupid prenatal vitamin that I take like twice a week and always which always makes me feel disgusting
- the little buddy
- the tiny dancer
- little friend
- kiddo
- the disco monster
- have you ever seen a newborn onesie? Good lord
- what I'll fill my freezer with before the kid arrives
- strollers—they truly are the car parents buy before they buy a minivan
- sleek maternity clothes
- how to position my body in time and space so that I'm comfortable
- avoiding other people's unsolicited labour stories
- toast
- knitting tiny clothes
- pinning gender-neutral clothes on Pinterest
- baby-wearing resources
- poking at my belly to see if that's the kid's head or its bum
- offering people a chance to touch my stomach (I am a monster)
- stiff hips
- sore back
- leaky boobs
- my crotch is a swamp 24/7
- this, like, numb/burning area at the top of my abdomen? The midwife says this is not unusual, but I think there's a demon in there
- sometimes I go to pee and then an hour later I have to pee again, and then an hour after that I'm peeing again, and...
Physical amazingness:
- feeling this kid move around inside
- no acne?!
- seriously, my hair looks insanely good right now
- constantly fondling my new outie bellybutton
- yoga is fun again
- a bunch of different people have said that I'm "glowing"
- crying pretty much on the daily, for real
- fear
- anxiety
- developing an inexplicable fondness for Justin Bieber songs
- that every twinge is somehow a miscarriage, or, now, premature labour
- when my husband reads stories to my belly and then we snuggle afterwards
- the incredible influx of people who want to give us baby-related stuff, including furniture, clothes, and soaker pads for the aforementioned leaky boobs
- holding onto the parenting mantra my mother gave me, which was "Feed the baby. Hold the baby. Change the baby," which, like, I can totally do those things
- feeling closer to my mom in general
- finding some mom-friends (however: is there a more terrible phrase in the English language than "mom-friends"? I don't think so)
- watching my body change in all these incredible ways, and not feeling super fucked-up about it (as Virginia Slim said: "You've come a long way, baby."
- starting to maybe feel sort of like, if I can get my house cleaned up and take a shower sometime between now and January, I might be ready for this.
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