22 weeks, 6 days

Once a month I have to stay an hour later at work for a staff meeting. Today they served popcorn and water which hit the spot perfectly. I was the only one who went up for seconds during the meeting and then thirds at the end of the meeting. I was willing to withstand criticism for being the only one to get an extra helping during the meeting.

On my drive home I called Jesse to ask him to put the chicken I had pulled out last night and put in the fridge into some warm water to finish defrosting. He informed me that he was in line at McDonald's picking me up a treat! What an amazing husband! I got to come home to a medium fry :)

Very rarely do I want to "cook" when I get home from work. A few days ago I told Jesse I didn't want to cook dinner and his response was "What are you going to do when you're a mom?" to which I replied "What are you going to do when you're a dad?" and then a series of comments and questions followed where I made the argument that he has as much responsibility to cook as I do and just because I'm a "mom" doesn't mean that I have a specific set of responsibilities. He probably regretted his choice of words at that moment. I'm going to blame the pregnancy hormones for that tirade.

Anyways, my point is that today I was inspired to actually cook a meal. I was feeling nostalgic for the days when Jesse and I were in our crappy apartment and would buy a meal in a box that you add liquids and chicken, cover, and bake and viola! a lovely pasta and meat dinner...with much sodium and preservatives, etc. So, I made my own version. I put in a pyrex container a can of Cream of Mushroom condensed soup, a can of stewed tomatoes, half a bag of frozen corn, and some water. Totally didn't measure anything or put much thought into it. Then I added enough pasta to cover the bottom and laid three breasts of chicken on top. It's been about 15 minutes...so we will see how it comes out (if I remember, I'll take some pictures and add them to this post).

Now I'm watching Gossip Girl and debating getting off the couch and getting a cookie...decisions, decisions, decisions....