Time flies....

I see it's been a while since my last entry. I wish I could say that I've been off doing exciting and important things that would make you all green with envy if you knew, but sadly that just isn't the case. I suppose I could make something up... But I've got a bad case of baby brain and can hardly manage to string a subject, verb and object together to form sentences to communicate my basic needs, let alone make up stories. So, let me tell you about my uneventful week instead.

The temperature had been climbing every day for about 2 weeks until it finally topped off at the end of last week, becoming unbearably hot. I'm talking triple-digits here. Unfortunately, our apartment has no air-conditioning and no air circulation, period. It's like a pressure cooker. I ended up with a nasty migraine and a feeling that I might not survive the weekend. Luckily hubby got the weekend off and took me to my parents' place which is air-conditioned. While there's no pool like Undercover Angel had suggested, there was a hose and a sprinkler. I bet the neighbors weren't too thrilled of the sight of a cellulite-y, varicose veiny pregnant woman with heat rash on her thighs running back and forth through a sprinkler in a bikini that's now about 4 sizes too small but they're not even my neighbors. My parents can deal with them later. There were also several trips to the gellatto place, and several runs to the grocery store for frozen dairy-based treats, and a a few gallons of juice were also consumed. I don't care what anyone says about juice's glucose content and I don't care how many thousands of calories I consumed drinking my 100% home-made juice right from the blender. It reaches all the thirsty spots at the back of my throat that the water seems to run right over. And besides, each cup counts as a serving of fruit!

Surprisingly, I only gained a pound and a half between my almost 19-week check-up and my almost 23-week check-up which I had last Thursday. The doctor said that that's probably because the cyst is starting to self-destruct (I can't for the life of me remember the fancy medicalese term she used, but it sure sounded cool!) and I'm starting to get my "old metabolism" back. But wait, it gets better! I still have to try to meet the 4-pounds-per-month reccomendation so that my little fava bean will reach a healthy birth weight. I know that ideally, this weight would come from other sources besides ice cream, but with this heat ice cream, juice, veggies and hummus are about all I can imagine eating. I guess I can start pouring béchamel on my veggies without the guilt...

Wow. This post turned out to be even more boring than I had thought! I think I'll just hit the publish button and hope that no one actually decides to visit my blog today.