I have spent the morning cleaning my apartment from top to bottom. My mom is on my way here so I blame her impending arrival on my sudden nesting instinct. This constant cleaning (all while listening to Harry Potter 6 on CD) had put my uterus in a constant state of Braxton Hicks. This might be exciting for some, but all they do for me is make my lower back ache and give me the urge to use the restroom (for the 100th time today). Am I complaining? Yes. I may have said this before, but I very much loved being pregnant until week 35. I'm not sure if it was the increasing uncomfortability or the growing PUPPPs, but whatever the case I stopped enjoying my pregnancy sometime in there.
My Braxton Hicks are not some fleeting muscle contraction either. No, they last a good 3 minutes and pass only if I am able to lay down. This makes driving any where for longer than 5 minutes quite a chore should one occur while in the car. Many times I have wanted to leap out of the car in hopes that the change in positions would make things feel better. But I digress, I hate to sound like a Negative Nancy when I have in fact had a very enjoyable pregnancy. I simply hope that my little girl will make an arrival sometime in the near future.
The Farmer is at the farm today cleaning up and also preparing the garden for us to plant the seeds we bought on Sunday. We plan (with the help of my mom, hehe) to plant a decent sized garden this year and are very excited about our purchases. We bought:
Snow Peas
Zucchini
Spinach
Carrots
Cherry Tomatoes
Regular Tomatoes
Eggplant
Grandpa has already planted potatoes and possibly onions so this will be a decent start to what we hope to eventually be a great garden. The Farmer also bought flowers to plant. I'm very excited about this task, much to his surprise. I think he worries about my excitement towards the farm because it dwindled quite a bit once I became pregnant. I was just nervous about making myself sick or something biting me out there so I didn't go out much. I know, lame excuse, but it's the truth.
Hopefully we'll both have a good blog for you after we plant on Thursday. That is unless of course we are at the hospital having a baby!
For the past few nights The Farmer has been quite the chef! Saturday he made calzones (which we ate immediately) and a pizza (which we had last night), Sunday afternoon he made fajita quesadillas (with green peppers, spinach, and mushrooms) and Sunday evening he made chili with white, black and red beans. In case you are unfamiliar, we are vegetarians and my husband is quite the cook. This is why when pregnancy books encourage you to make meals before delivery, I laugh--because I have an amazing cook of a husband. Sunday evening before the chili though, we made ourselves sick on Peanut Butter Popcorn. The reason for creating this concoction is because we have 6 open jars of peanut butter in our pantry from The Farmer's soccer teams first (and pretty much only) away game. I have been racking my brain for ways to use the peanut butter. I could have donated it to the food pantry at church had every single jar not been opened. Instead, I am coming up with ways to use it. So far we've made Thai Peanut Sauce, a few batches of peanut butter oatmeal cookies and Peanut Butter Popcorn. It was simple, easy and really good. Here is the recipe:
Pop 6-8 cups of popcorn (we use air popped, but microwave is fine)
1/2 c sugar
1/2 c honey
2/3 c peanut butter
2 tbsp marshmallow creme (optional)
Heat sugar and honey on medium heat until boiling. Boil 4 minutes. Remove from heat. Add peanut butter and marshmallow creme stirring continuously. Pour over popcorn and toss. Lay out on aluminum foil or wax paper and allow to cool. Break up and enjoy!
Not the most healthy of treats, but at least it uses honey instead of corn syrup, right?
