Today I looked down and saw that my stomach was protruding more than usual. Curious, I pulled out my measuring tape. At 13 weeks, my belly is now 33 3/4 inches. Whoa. I'm slowly becoming my own planet.
I'm now recording my circumference every week to make a lovely belly graph.
First data point: (13, 33.75)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Mix ins
This morning I woke up and felt inspired. So I scrounged around the cupboard and found some items to add into my Saturday morning pancakes.
Though the process was immensely enjoyable, the products varied in quality.
Home cook me- 0
You've bested me this time, mix ins!
Walnuts, bananas, oatmeal, craisins, and oreos, oh my! |
The fruit of my labor:
Oreo pancake- is it eaten for breakfast or dessert? |
Though the process was immensely enjoyable, the products varied in quality.
- Banana and walnut pancakes- Tasty but my bananas looked mushy
- Oatmeal and craisin pancakes- The oatmeal added an interesting gritty texture
- Oreo pancakes- Sadly, they just tasted like an oreo dropped in pancake batter
Home cook me- 0
You've bested me this time, mix ins!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Oh Tiffany
Yesterday I ran into a small mishap. I realized I forgot to register this semester. Oh no! Three weeks past the registration deadline I was extremely worried and quickly contacted my school. There, I talked to someone named Tiffany. Super nice and understanding, she worked everything out.
Here's a poem that I wrote about the situation:
I woke up this morning feeling pretty scared
Forgot to register for my class, how would I fare?
Waited till nine and dialed my cell,
And hoped and hoped that things would go well,
Then hark, that voice from the registrar's office
No attitude, no berating, no accusing me for my mess
Oh Tiffany, oh Tiffany, so nice, so kind,
Now I won't be kicked out on my big fat behind.
Here's a poem that I wrote about the situation:
I woke up this morning feeling pretty scared
Forgot to register for my class, how would I fare?
Waited till nine and dialed my cell,
And hoped and hoped that things would go well,
Then hark, that voice from the registrar's office
No attitude, no berating, no accusing me for my mess
Oh Tiffany, oh Tiffany, so nice, so kind,
Now I won't be kicked out on my big fat behind.
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