I’m sure you’re all a wee bit bored of hearing about my pregnancy–but what can I say? It’s kind of the biggest thing in my life at the moment. Makes sense when your body is growing another human, right?
// Did you know your body can develop issues when you’re pregnant? Issues that everyone has to get tested for, like liver problems and diabetes (that is specific to pregnancy?). Or, if you have negative blood type, you have to get a shot so you don’t start rejecting your baby, if said baby might have positive blood type? And some of them can happen no matter how healthy you are before and during said pregnancy? CRAZY. I’ve been poked more since I got pregnant than I’ve ever been poked–and not just because I’ve had prenatal care in two countries and had a few repeat tests.
// I’m officially 30 weeks as of yesterday! Which means I could have this baby in 7 weeks…or 12 weeks. Quite a range, my friends!
back when I was 20 weeks and thought my bump was “huge.” AND was still fitting in my clothes, sob.
// I’m proud of the fact that I’ve managed to become more minimalist these past few years, but I think I’m a marketer’s dream when it comes to baby stuff. Firstly, all the baby stuff is so cute. Secondly, I’m anxious and feeling out of my league, so everything they are trying to sell me seems like a necessity!
// I don’t know what it is about pregnancy, but so many random strangers will talk to you. Or family members will tell you things you never wanted to know, like specific details about their own child’s birth. I’ve heard so many birth stories–from random strangers and actual people in my life. One good thing about it, though, is that every story is so different–I’m usually able to forget the scary ones (like the ones that involve twelve-pound babies–of which I’ve heard multiple stories, c’mon people!) and just assume mine will also be unique. Plus, most of them have a happy ending that gets them a baby! Trying to focus on that part of the stories ;).
// Pregnancy has also made me realize how little I know my body (and how little I retained/listened in biology class).
// Let me just get mushy and say that watching E prepare to be a dad is one of the best things. He’s one of those people you just know will be an amazing father. I think he will be a more natural parent than me!
// I know pregnancy brain is a cliche, but I practically have to be supervised in the kitchen these days. I keep having to open the trash to count the eggs shells because I can’t remember how many I put in!
// Speaking of the kitchen, my baking this week for Amanda’s Bake Off Bake Along was inspired by my current pregnancy craving: Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies. I haven’t had one of these in years and I have no idea where this craving came from–but it’s a bummer, because for a while I was craving fruit mostly (except for a few days of sugarsugarsugar and that one night where all I could think about was steak). Now it seems like I’m craving comfort foods and sweet things as opposed to healthier stuff.
Since this week was “biscuit week” on the bake-off–which translates roughly to cookies in American-speak–the choices were sandwich biscuits, fortune cookies, or a giant board game made from biscuits. (Yes, a board game, complete with biscuit dice and playing pieces!)
As much as I’m hoping to challenge myself with a showstopper, I just could not justify making a board game. And since I’m not a fan of fortune cookies (except for the fortune) to begin with, the obvious choice was sandwich biscuits!
Then, enter in my current craving, and the timing is quite flawless.
I decided to make these Mini Maple Oatmeal Cream Pies, because fall is most definitely in the air here (if you follow me on Instagram you’ll see that it’s already snowed!) and I can’t resist those autumnal flavors!
Admittedly I did not think through the beauty aspect of oatmeal sandwich cookies–I think these would be called “rustic.”
Rustic, but delicious!
In a weird turn of events, my favorite part is the cookie, not the inner-frosting. So much so, I ended up only frosting about half before deciding to leave the rest plain. Who am I?
baby bumpin’ in Iceland
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