thoughts over cookies

Jason and I stayed out of the snow tonight and decided to make cookies at home. He may kill me for letting everyone know that we do cutesy things like that but I'll take my chances.(A funny side note about wanting to "kill me": Jason was a little late to work today and as he has never been later before, his coworkers were a bit concerned. They later told him they were worried that my hormones had gotten the best of me and I had actually killed him or something. funny.)

I found myself taking cookies off the pan tonight and completely zoning out in all kinds of thoughts. I wondered if it's the pregnancy hormones that makes me feel so much like a space-cadet these days or if it's just all the things on my mind?

The thoughts usually go something like this: "Nanny's cookies were crispier than these" which leads to family and friends which leads to baby names, and after saying a few to myself to try them out it somehow leads to thoughts of food which are then clouded with Halloween costume ideas which leads back to job and bills then more food which makes me ask myself if I'm getting enough fluids and sleep which then leads back to friends and family then Holidays which of course takes us right back to food. And somehow I had this entire string of thoughts in the amount of time it took me to take only 4 cookies off the pan.

The baby bump continues to make progress. It's still not protruding too much but there's definitely changes going on and it's impossible to suck in my stomach anymore. I'm actually looking forward to getting a little further along and growing past the point where strangers aren't sure if I'm pregnant or just carrying a few extra pounds. Maybe I'm paranoid but I swear the teenage boy bagging my groceries yesterday stared at my stomach and I just knew he had some "beer gut" thought run through his mind. I wanted to just lean over and matter of factly say, "I'm not fat, I'm pregnant."
When his eyes moved back up from my stomach to my face, I decided to just smile instead.