Dancing Queen... er.... King?

Well today started off a little bit better than yesterday did. No painful jabs to the side of my tummy, just cute little nudges and bumps. I think he decided to have mercy on me. Maybe he could sense how frustrated I was. I still ended up waking up at around five this morning though. Yes, on a Saturday. Why? Well because Tim was scheduled to work today and before he leaves, whether I am awake or not, he likes to attack my face with kisses. "Aw, Maylee that is so cute!" you say? or "Ew, that's sick Maylee" as my sister Cynthia would be more likely to say. Well, to me it is neither cute nor sick. It's just plain annoying when you finally think you might get to sleep in until noon only to find your plan has been sabotaged by your own husband. That traitor. He of all people knows both how light of a sleeper I am and how much I love to sleep! But since he is the love of my life, and also the provider of our little family, and because he just works so darn hard all the time, I'm going to let it slide. I do have to hand it to him, for a guy who works sometimes 50+ hours a week, he rarely ever complains. And here I am, the lazy girl that I am, and all I ever seem to do is complain. I honestly don't think I deserve that man. Don't tell him I said that though.

So I've been noticing that sometimes when I'm surfing the net or writing in this blog, my little guy inside tends to move around a bit more than usual. At first I thought it was the way I was positioning the laptop on my lap or something but then I started to notice a pattern. You see I like to listen to music while I'm on the computer and it seems like he moves around the most when I am listening to any sort of dance music. Why dance music? I don't know. Maybe the beat? Or to quote mine and my sisters favorite T.V. show Friends "Maybe Gloria Estefan was right, eventually the rhythm is going to get you". All I know is it started with this Chris Brown song called Forever. Thats when I noticed the little guy was really getting down with it. So I thought, alright, perhaps he just likes Chris Brown music. I was wrong. I played another Chris Brown song and got nothing. So I just let my music playlist go on and sure enough when it got to another dance song he started moving. Now the thought has crossed my mind that maybe he doesn't like dance music at all. Maybe he is moving to try and get away from the noise or something and just can't escape. But I would rather believe that he is dancing. For my own sake. It would be awful for me to believe that something of my own doing is causing my unborn child misery. So I choose to believe he is dancing.

On a much less interesting note, I would like to share that last night I happened to make the most delicious deviled eggs I had ever eaten! Alright, I know thats a stretch, but honestly they were pretty darn good. I have no idea why I so badly wanted to eat deviled eggs yesterday. I'll just chalk it up to pregnancy cravings. I love how when your pregnant you can get away with anything you want by blaming it on the pregnancy. Don't feel like cleaning the house today? It must be because pregnancy makes you exhausted. Can't see yourself making dinner tonight for your family? Must be because of those nasty food aversions pregnancy creates. Need your husband to give you a back rub? You guessed it, it must be pregnancy aches and pains. But seriously I'm not saying that those are made up ailments or anything. Sometimes pregnancy really is the pits. And I think that if you have to grow a baby in your uterus, carry it for nine months and then push the darn thing out, its OK to exaggerate once in a while. Besides you only have nine months to get away with it. After that your on baby duty and you wont be getting your own way for the next eighteen years. But anyway, I'm getting off the subject. Back to the deviled eggs. They were incredible. I even had left over yellow parts because all the little white egg buddies were already filled up. I ate it with a spoon! The best part? I feel no shame. Also for some reason I've been on a cereal kick. Usually I'm not much of a cereal eater or a breakfast eater. But lately nothing sounds better when I wake up in the morning than a big bowl of cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms. Sometimes two bowls. It probably isn't the smartest idea since its packed with sugar, but I like to think the nutritional value of the milk will make up for it. On that note, I think I'll go fix myself another bowl!