Six days until my mom, sisters and I leave for Puerto Rico! I cannot wait although I’m a little bummed to be going while pregnant because I can’t zipline and we can’t take a boat out for snorkeling, we have to walk out. I’m sure the snorkeling will be just as good. Also, I’m getting to the stage in my pregnancy where my shirts are not fitting so comfortably–I stopped fitting into my jeans/shorts a long time ago. I’m definitely struggling with adjusting to the body changes, I get pretty self-conscious about my figure. At least in a few months my body should be starting to go back to normal, though I’m not looking forward to giving birth.
I had more to say but surprise, surprise I forgot. I have to remember to set reminders for myself these days. I’ll post some pictures from the trip here, but I have Instagram (I never really use it, just created a profile in a failed attempt at a job I knew I wouldn’t be able to do once it became clearer what it was about) and will post pictures there–mi.kaela8225–or on Twitter if I remember.
Last thing, there were some main reasons I didn’t want to be a housewife and one of them was cooking. On my own I figured I’d just make simple things like pasta or salad, and for a real meal I’d just visit my parents. Since we don’t eat out–there aren’t any kosher restaurants near us–and eating kosher and organic as much as possible limits a lot of the foods we eat, we basically eat the same meals over and over again. I get tired of it at times but I really don’t mind, I’m not a huge fan of eating. But living with another person I have to think about what to cook and I feel bad making the same five dishes. It doesn’t help that I’m a picky eater, so I don’t want to venture out into cooking new dishes and apparently he doesn’t want to eat it if I don’t eat it too.
Mikaela Nicole 