Beetroot? Who'da guessed?

So, pregnancy can bring upon some strange things (previous pregnancy I was unable to bake) but this one is proving to be the "food is divine" pregnancy.

I could not stand beetroot growing up. The smell of it, the taste of it, the look of it. Frankly, I couldn't understand how my whole family could love it. Well, we were at a cafe a few months back and I ordered an "Aussie burger". Complete with beetroot. I was about to peel it off and give it to Aunt Ona, but then I was all "Hey, I find food DIVINE, maybe I'll give it another shot". Well, that's when our sordid relationship began. Now I cannot get enough beetroot. I love the pink and pickly stuff.

A couple days ago, I was at a catered lunch meeting, and the only possible "pregnancy friendly" option was a tuna salad. I could not stand tuna growing up. The smell of it, the taste of it, the look of it. This salad was delicious! I've even go as far as to say divine.

Things I'll have to try in the next month:
* cheesecake (yes, normally my reaction would be to gag and run in the opposite direction)
* liver and onions (a favourite of my grandmother's)
* pickled brains
* haggis
* deep fried monkey toes
* seal flipper pie

Bon Appetit!
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The Zoe Chronicles - Little Miss 23 Month Old

Dear Zoe,

Well, you've been a cranky cat. We had the hardest day ever with you a week ago, and luckily your Daddy wouldn't let me sell you on ebay. Lots has been going on, you started daycare for Mondays and still haven't really settled in, then you had a nasty cold (and so did I), and then we tried to potty train you. So, I think it was just a little too much. You started waking at night, and then wanting to start your day at 5am, so that threw us.

The potty training:
So, everyone kept telling me that you were ready and that it's time to start potty training you. Frankly, I would have waited until you were 11, I'm not in any rush to go through it, I think nappies are easy and convenient! But, you were indicating that you were ready, so we gave it a shot. We were following a comprehensive 7 step program that seemed so promising -- here's the link if you're interested:

http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Potty-Train-a-Child_2/

We bought your "big girl" underwear and you were so very excited! The very first day of training, you indicated you had to go, we went to the potty and you had a poo!! We did the happy dance and thought "Good gravy, this is a brilliant child". Then, for 3 days, we had one more success. Have you ANY IDEA how many accidents this means? Poor Daddy. We gave up. We'll try again when you're 11.

The day we went back to nappies was such a happy day. Imagine the family frolicking in fields of green, with flowers around and laughter abound... that's what it was like. And, a 3 hour nap to boot. I think you were relieved to get back into nappies.

This cranky cat time was when your maniacal laugh has surfaced. You'd be crying over something, we'd mention something that may make you happy, and you'd do this maniacal laugh. It was quite scary at first, but now we think it's funny.

You love to eat holes in your bread. It's quite a skill.

And, one time, your daddy was pretending to feed Mommy and wouldn't give you any. You chucked a wobbly. So, in addition to being impatient with REAL FOOD, you're impatient with PRETEND FOOD.

Happy to report that we're back on schedule though. You're sleeping well again, and happy happy. Let's enjoy the 24th month, shall we? Frolicking in fields of green is good.

Love,
Mommy and Daddy
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This is a true story

So, RJ just finished a load of laundry where he washed whites, colors, AND BLACKS. And, this isn't the first time... He has previously had an episode where some blacks accidentally got mixed in with our white towels and now they're all grey with black blotches on them. I thought he learned his lesson!

I always joke about how it takes RJ 6 times before he learns any lessons (normal people and dogs is only 2) but COME ON. We're no longer D.I.N.K.s (dual income no kids). We cannot afford to keep replacing this stuff.

I'm sure you're thinking what I'm thinking. Surely murder is legal in cases of wrecked-too-many-of-my-wifes-things-whilst-putting-blacks-in-with-nice-whites. Surely.
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Pregnancy update

Well, it sure has been a while since I've given an update... I can hardly get my monthly letters out to Zoe let alone blog about other things going on in my life!

I'm close to 8 months now, and the clock is ticking. You wouldn't know this by the state of our affairs as we haven't started on the nursery yet! This is so unlike me. I don't have my hospital bag packed. This is so unlike me. Time is zooming by and my energy levels are still not up to scruff. I'm convinced it's because I'm having a boy. I had loads of energy in my first pregnancy, but this one, thinking of doing things is too tiring. Other moms have confirmed that boys tend to suck a lot more out of you...

This is a rundown of how it's been going:
* lots of heartburn -- I have extra strength antacid
* pelvic pain still, so I am an even slower walker then the grey hairs that shop at my local grocery store
* going to the dentist was the most painful thing I've experienced! DO NOT GO if you are pregnant, even if your evil pregnancy book advises you to go. There was more blood than in a Quentin Tarentino movie. Ouch.
* energy levels are low low low -- I have Mondays off (using up the last of my vacation days) and basically I'm catching up on a lot of nothing
* the headaches and migraines are there, but at least they are not brought on by citrus (a former trigger). I have been taking advantage of this and consuming COPIOUS amounts of mandarins.
* food is DIVINE. Anything I eat is the most amazing anything that I just ate. This is great for RJ's ego since he cooks all the family meals! He's two creme brulees away from thinking he's a master chef.
* I have a bladder the size of a walnut, but at least I still don't have to get up at night. I go a million times a day but I still get to make it through the night!
* I don't have gestational diabetes this time... but this also means that I have afforded myself the luxury of eating things that were forbidden to me... there was a time where a cherry strudel and I had a torrid affair.

RJ has started to build the nursery furniture, so hopefully all goes to plan and Maxwell the 2nd doesn't decide to join this wacky world any earlier than expected! He's building a bookcase, a wardrobe and a toybox. We'll paint it all white and have a navy blue and white themed nursery. Although, it's pretty hard (ok, impossible) to find anything navy blue in this city! Ahhhhh I miss my conglomerate sized stores back home. Where you can find anything you're looking for, and cheaper than a second hand book.

I'm going to get back to my doing-nothing, so hope all is well with you!
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