Week 29

7 months pregnant. This week involved a trip to North Carolina (4 flights, total and now I'm done flying while being pregnant thank goodness) and work intensifying yet again. Caleb kicks like nobody's business. I'm still sleeping in 3-4 hour stretches, praise God. My hips hurt a lot of the time and I'm noticing that bending over is increasingly difficult. The fatigue of the first trimester is starting to creep back in- I'm exhausted at the end of day and I can feel the ache in my belly of Caleb putting on weight. He'll double, more likely triple his weight before he's born. 

In addition, Brian and I are feeling the pressure of a seriously tight schedule. Dinnertime is a joke this entire week and I realize how much I hate being tethered to the slow cooker. I find myself nostalgic for my first studio apartment in Chicago, the one with the orange wall, where I first started to read food blogs, start my own and spend hours in the kitchen by myself cooking and baking. I kept Prosecco in the fridge and vodka in the freezer and shopped in the tiny, expensive European-esque market on Diversey. Sometimes I could try out meals with lots of ingredients and sometimes I made this pasta because all you needed was onions, butter and white wine, which was all I had in the house. I wouldn't trade my life now for my life then, not for a million dollars. I wouldn't trade my lovely apartment for an expensive fourth-floor walk-up studio. I wouldn't trade my husband for the loneliness that accompanied that apartment and I wouldn't give up the son we're already so in love with. But sometimes, I just miss the quiet of lazily making dinner.