Now that baby-making has started in earnest, I've started to do things that I normally wouldn't do, knowing that in a few weeks, I might not be able to.
Like drinking. Vodka Mudshake anyone? I'm downing them like they're going out of style (OK, one a night is all I can handle), but I know that it might be at least a year before I can have even a little sip again. So I am enjoying them. Even on week nights. So there.
Also. Caffeine. Now that I've rediscovered it, I'm downing black tea with a vengeance. It tastes oh so much better than decaf. And decaf coffee really is minging. And I know it's all I'll get once there's a bun in the over. So I go about my days wired, my evenings tipsy. It's all good, right?
Did I mention deli meat? I go by Subway salivating for a cold cut combo. And I get one. In fact, I remember that being one of my first meals after I gave birth. There is something about not being able to have something that makes you want it so bad. I haven't wanted cold cuts for a long time, but thinking about not being able to have them makes me want to start hoarding ham. Mmmmm. Ham.
Late night television. Early pregnancy is a time of extreme tiredness. So that means TV will be a luxury I won't likely be able to afford. So I'm getting in as much as I can. Overdosing, so to speak, so I'll be sick of it and be ok with falling asleep at 7:30pm every night.
Did I miss anything? Rare juicy steak?
Cross your fingers that next month I won't be able to have any of these things!