1/2 Way There!

This week, just before Easter,  marked the 1/2 way point of the pregnancy!  20 weeks down, 20 more to go.  Honestly, the past two months have been so easy, that the nastiness of the first few weeks almost seems like a distant blur... almost.  The time is going by incredibly fast now, and with a trip back to the states to see family, and the upcoming move on the horizon, I doubt it will slow down enough for me to catch my breath.  Speaking of catching my breath, I miss being able to do that in general.  I'm not winded after climbing a couple of flights of stairs or anything, but I'm just more tired and lethargic overall, and the dreary weather here hasn't helped.  Mid-day naps that I might have scoffed at in the past are now becoming a staple.  

Here are some other things I miss from the days before the gummy bear took up residence behind my belly button:

Sushi.  Yes,  I know I can still have a California roll or a cucumber roll, but I want full up raw fish on a little pad of rice... or an oyster on the half-shell, or smoked salmon on a bagel.   The funny thing is that none of these were a regular part of my diet pre-pregnancy, because, let's face it, fresh fish isn't exactly what Germany is known for.  So maybe it's just a sub-conscious psychological wanting-what-I-can't-have type of thing.  All I know, is that come September, we'll have found the best sushi spot in Seoul guaranteed.

Spicy Food.   Okay, so this one isn't off limits to me from a medical perspective, but it might as well be.  I still tempt fate and indulge in the occasional spicy curry or pad thai, but the heartburn that follows is miserable.  I see this as being a bit of an issue when we get to Korea, land of mouth-burning kimchi.

 Surfing.   This one was just added to the list.  Brian is in AL for work, and one of our good friends who is currently deployed has been awesome enough to let Bri use his house in Florida for the weekend.  On Saturday, Brian went surfing.  It hit me that when I'm down there in a couple of weeks, this won't be on my to-do list.  I can't even lay on my stomach and read anymore.  Grrrrrr.

 Handstands.  Kind of goes along with the surfing thing.  Not safe.  It's really too bad.... how cool would a big preggo belly handstand shot be?  Maybe that's just me.

Wine.  Or a Guinness.  Is an explanation really necessary?  

My mind.  Specifically my memory.  Now granted, those who know me well can attest to the fact that I'm always a bit scatterbrained, and, as Brian often says, my "rememberer" is broken.  Top that with this recently acquired head in the clouds pregnancy brain, and it's a recipe for disaster.  Last week I locked my keys in the car while taking it to be repaired, I went grocery shopping and came home with lots of stuff, but absolutely nothing for dinner, and I had to email myself a to-do list for the week, because I think I inadvertently threw the original away. 

The good news is that all of these complaints are minor, and (hopefully) quite temporary!  :)