Tales of Me and the Husband

cravings: first trimester and a little into the second i was wanting burgers real bad.  and not just any burger could satisfy my cravings.  it wasn’t as annoying as becky on full house wanting seedless watermelon and making uncle jesse go get her some, but i really wanted a good fuddruckers burger.  and maybe you’re thinking “fuddruckers doesn’t make good burgers” but let me tell you, it hit the spot.  oh, and soda (or just fruit juices in general).  bad.  i got myself some hansens root beer without high fructose corn syrup to satisfy the urges.  i’m normally more of a savory tooth but this babe has turned savory to sweet just a bit.
weight gain: 20 lbs. at my last appt. a few weeks ago so by now i’m thinking 23 lbs. or so?
comments: “you’re carrying so low!” or “you’re so small!”
fears: listerios.  am i the only pregnant girl terrified of getting it?  or just food poisoning in general.  when i deal with raw chicken i wash my hands and countertop so carefully, there’s no way any salmonella is making its way to my dinner plate, but still.  and whenever i eat out, i’d almost like to ask to watch them prepare it so i can ensure there was no cross-contamination.  i am crazy.  and i’ve completely avoided lunch meat and have checked and double checked for pasteurization on soft cheeses, etc.  like i said, crazy.
general mood: i can say this completely honestly (and husband would attest) that i have really not been hormonal.  in fact, i would say this has been one of the more consistently happy times in our marriage thus far.  i’ve really enjoyed being pregnant and have felt emotionally quite stable!  i know pregnant women are supposed to cry, but i haven’t felt any extra urges more than normal.
things i was surprised by: how much i didn’t want to tell people.  even when i posted it here i was terrified.  when we told the kids (and we waited until i was like 15 or 16 weeks to tell them) i cried afterwards.  it felt like my sacred, little, vulnerable secret was out and it scared me.  i liked having it between me, and steve, and the babe.  i think i was scared of something going wrong.  so, backtracking a bit, i would say my mood definitely picked up once further into the second trimester.  other things… oh, gah, how quickly my boobs grew.  and grew.  and grew. oh!  and moles get bigger too, ladies.  and zits appear in the middle of your cheek when once they politely stayed within the t-zone region.  so rude.
things i’m most looking forward to: to fall in head-over-heels in love with my son.
what i think is really cool and crazy: that something from steve and something from me came together and is now a human growing inside me.  i really can’t wrap my head around it.
most embarassing moment: this was added because it just happened to me.  i was getting an adjustment at the chiropractors’ office.  as we’re finishing up and chatting and planning my next visit, i look down and see a big wet spot on my right boob.  i’m quite sure he saw it too.  i haven’t even given birth and i already have embarassing lactation stories.  anyway, we both played it cool and i walked shamefully back to my car.  next appointment, i’m bringing breast pads.

am i missing anything?

*and if you missed it, check out meg’s hilarious blog (& my guest post on it).