Dinner last night
Brian, watching me poke at my half-eaten plate of grilled veggies and couscous, "Are you done already?"
Me: "I think so. I don't really want anymore. I don't know what's going on! I think the baby is messing with my cooking."
Brian: "The baby is messing with your eating, your cooking is fine. This is delicious! If you could have anything, what do you want?"
Me: "Bleeeeeech. No food. The yogurt from Starbucks, maybe."
Brian: "You're fine. You're probably just not hungry. Let it go. Remember, don't compare yourself to me. Not many people can eat like your husband." He grins and gets a second helping.
And there went dinner. Of course, I ate three scoops of homemade Strawberry Sorbet for dessert, because, hello. It was delicious.
Saturday night chicken and veggie kabobs, which I also didn't feel like eating.
#BeatTheHeat. Went to my parents' neighborhood pool. It was glorious and FREE. We will be returning.
The garden, at 15 weeks. Things are slowly, slowly growing.
This picture is for posterity's sake. I want to see if the slugs stop eating my brussels sprouts.
Heirloom peppers. Maybe they'll be ripe before the first frost.
The "bulge." It's still not truly a bump and everybody exclaims, you don't look pregnant at all!
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