Lots of random

My thoughts are SO scattered so here's what's floating around:

Today I'm contemplating the paradox of time: it can seem to crawl by, but then it passes so quickly. I'm definitely not the first to ponder something like this, but there you have it; one of my deepest thoughts for the day.

I had a Dr's appointment today and it went really well. 13ish more weeks!!! The kiddo's heartbeat is strong and steady. Very similar to the times she decides to kick. Last night was the first time I wondered if I could manage to fall asleep because her kicking was so intense. Though I'm sure the pounding feet (hands, arms, elbows etc) will soon become really uncomfortable, it's a joy to be reminded about the life inside my belly.

"Moo". If I had a little comment bubble above my head, this would be it quite frequently. I feel like a cow. My belly is now big enough for random strangers to comment and congratulate me when they see my rounding figure. Normal clothing no longer fit and though I know I'm only going to get bigger for the next 3 months...I still feel HUGE. So...MOO!

Today I tried something new. My mother-in-law had once told me about the Chicken Wonton tacos at Applebees, and today I tried them. They were wonderful! How's about a lovely combination of (cough) deep fried flaky/crunchy taco shells, grilled chicken pieces, shredded cabbage with a creamy sauce and fresh squeezed lime? Dee-lishhh-ous! My preggo taste-buds fell in love. :)

My husband is wonderful. This morning I headed to the restroom to freshen up for the day and saw that he had written me a sweet note on the mirror. Awwwww!!! He is such a great picture of what it is to be manly and tender at the same time. Have I mentioned how much he makes me laugh? There are times I'm gasping for air because he's made me laugh so hard. Laughing makes my belly move in a funny way. This makes him laugh...which makes me laugh...and then then we're laughing at each other...and I end up clawing at the sky demanding more oxygen. I am SO blessed to be married to this man.

A nice lady in my community recently gave me an Amish Friendship bread starter. I remember my Mom tending a batch of this stuff and how yummy it was (this was long before she knew what evils gluten would cause the family). My first full week of caring for the starter and making the bread has made me wonder if it's worth it for two reasons. 1st: when it comes time to make the bread, the remaining dough has to be divided into 4 bags. These bags should be given away (hence the concept of friendship)...or maintained...which means that after a week, those 4 bags will be added to and divided into 4 bags themselves. I conclude that unless you have a large group of friends that love bread, then you're gonna be stuck with dough starter that multiplies faster than rabbits. 2nd: The oil and sugar content of a single loaf of bread could make a person's eyelids gain weight.

Time to hit the kitchen and make up some grub for my hungry working man.