check the schedule:
6:30am - alarm goes off, i roll over, and hit snooze. i NEVER used to do this before.
6:37am - yes, for some reason my alarm clock goes off in 7 minute increments. strange i know... but it goes off again, and i flick the switch to just turn the whole thing off.
6:51... 6:52... 7am - i scrape myself off the mattress around this time each morning, only to make a bee-line for the fridge.
7:01-7:10am - i devour anything that will make the hunger stop. apples, sometimes two at a time (uj and ac - those apples were SO good, thank you); banana muffins that i baked this weekend; toast; bagels and cream cheese... basically anything available that doesn't require cooking.
7:45am - the time i usually make it out the door these days. flat shoes, back pack on and gearing up for the 3/4 mile walk to BART.
the BART ride has only been slightly problematic so far, but the thing about leaving the house about 45 minutes later than usual is that the trains between 8-8:30am are jam packed. and this is fine for now, but i'm thinking about how i'm going to feel in 5 months (much larger) and wondering if someone would actually give up their seat for me. are pregnant ladies protected under the law?
9:30am - the time i usually eat what i brought for lunch for the day. did i mention the constant hunger?
11:30am - another snack
2pm - food anyone? you see the pattern... except, this is about the time when the queasiness really starts to kick in for me. from now until about 5:30pm. at least it's predictable.
6:30pm - the time i usually leave work. lately it's been darker outside, so i think this is going to have to change... and i keep missing the company shuttle, but that's ok because it forces me to walk the 1+ mile to BART to get the excercise i didn't get in the morning because i was too tired to wake up.
7:30pm - dinner time... the final meal of the day... i think?
9pm - lights out, game over, call it a day
exciting isn't it? don't worry, i won't bore you with the routine again tomorrow. oh, and your reward for getting all the way to the bottom...
pre-baby vegas fun...
still acting like kids ourselves...
thx for letting us borrow the baby!





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Living vicariously through you and Paul is very rewarding for me. Thanks for posting.
Your ravenous hunger is a good sign -- unless you were recently bitten by a zombie.
I would like to take this moment to suggest the name Breeze if it's a girl and Gorlock if it's a boy.
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