Mmmmm Cookies - 17 Weeks
There are a lot of things I love about Christmas - christmas trees, christmas lights, and best of all, christmas cookies. Emily and I made a ton of Christmas cookies this week - I'm not sure what came over me - luckily though I don't have many finals this year so at least it wasn't an attempt to procrastinate studying. I have this cookbook, it's a christmas cookbook, and it has some of the best cookie recipies in the world in it, so they all turned out great. But at this point I'm thinking of either boxing them up and giving them away as gifts or persuading Ian to take them to work.
Emily really liked making all the cookies, especially decorating the sugar cookies, but I'm afraid I got a little obsessive-compulsive about some of processes. Does it matter whether the cookies are compleatly covered with powdered sugar? Oh no, but did that stop me from waiting to do that until she was safely in bed? No again. That's one reason I think we should give them away (not only because we certainly don't need a couple dozen cookies around the house), these things are works of art!
And not to sound too food-obsessed or anything but another thing I have been absolutely addicted to lately is tea. I've always liked tea okay, you know, it sounds good sometimes if you dump a bunch of sugar and milk in there, but lately I've been a tea purist. Just gimme the hot water and tea bag, thanks. But I can see now why tea was the remedy for everything back before the age of modern medicine. Stuffy nose, gone; acid reflux, forget about it, lately whatever the problem is, tea is the solution. Also I figure as long as the tea is decaffinated, not full of sugar, and isn't one of those weird herbal healing teas, it's great.
I keep waiting to not feel so tired all the time, I am well into the second trimester, but I still fall into a comatose sleep anytime I'm near a couch or bed. I'm also patiently waiting to feel something move in there. Some sort of affirmation of tangable life. My doctor said that since the placement of the placenta is between the baby and me, it may not be until next week that I can even feel anything. Every once in a while I feel something, but it's not enough to say "aha! That is without a doubt, kicking" But I'm sure that later in this same journal, I'll be complaining about a foot lodged somewhere in my organs, so I guess you really can't win.
Next week Emily and are are returning back to the west side of the mountains for Christmas, which I am really looking forward to since we have not been back since August - for my friend's baby shower -and said baby is now four months old! I'm excited to see everyone, but unfortunately Ian has to work, so we won't see him very much. But there are still some of my friends over there that I haven't told yet. So they should be really suprised. I can't believe that at this time next year, little Peanut will be seven months old, probably crawling all over the place and driving me crazy. Right now though I feel like it's forever until May.
Emily really liked making all the cookies, especially decorating the sugar cookies, but I'm afraid I got a little obsessive-compulsive about some of processes. Does it matter whether the cookies are compleatly covered with powdered sugar? Oh no, but did that stop me from waiting to do that until she was safely in bed? No again. That's one reason I think we should give them away (not only because we certainly don't need a couple dozen cookies around the house), these things are works of art!
And not to sound too food-obsessed or anything but another thing I have been absolutely addicted to lately is tea. I've always liked tea okay, you know, it sounds good sometimes if you dump a bunch of sugar and milk in there, but lately I've been a tea purist. Just gimme the hot water and tea bag, thanks. But I can see now why tea was the remedy for everything back before the age of modern medicine. Stuffy nose, gone; acid reflux, forget about it, lately whatever the problem is, tea is the solution. Also I figure as long as the tea is decaffinated, not full of sugar, and isn't one of those weird herbal healing teas, it's great.
I keep waiting to not feel so tired all the time, I am well into the second trimester, but I still fall into a comatose sleep anytime I'm near a couch or bed. I'm also patiently waiting to feel something move in there. Some sort of affirmation of tangable life. My doctor said that since the placement of the placenta is between the baby and me, it may not be until next week that I can even feel anything. Every once in a while I feel something, but it's not enough to say "aha! That is without a doubt, kicking" But I'm sure that later in this same journal, I'll be complaining about a foot lodged somewhere in my organs, so I guess you really can't win.
Next week Emily and are are returning back to the west side of the mountains for Christmas, which I am really looking forward to since we have not been back since August - for my friend's baby shower -and said baby is now four months old! I'm excited to see everyone, but unfortunately Ian has to work, so we won't see him very much. But there are still some of my friends over there that I haven't told yet. So they should be really suprised. I can't believe that at this time next year, little Peanut will be seven months old, probably crawling all over the place and driving me crazy. Right now though I feel like it's forever until May.
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