Is it time for lunch yet?

I tried to write a halfway intelligent post on genetic testing, I really did, but I decided to have mercy on all of you and deleted it. Turns out I don't really have any thoughts on genetic testing! Fancy that. I have thoughts about something, but I couldn't figure out what I was really upset about, so the discussion is tabled until I start to make sense. We'll just pretend it's like one of the fights I had with Phillip when we were first dating, where we would take turns yelling until I was so angry I couldn't decide what to yell about next, so I'd just sit there for a half hour glowering at him.

Not that I am glowering. On the contrary. I am sitting here pensively, kicking myself for my utter inability to make sense, ever. I'm sure I'll have other opportunities. We were offered only one test at this appointment, and, from what I hear, there are dozens more!

Also, I am sorry I don't have morning (all day?) sickness. I know. I suck. Does it help that I immediately changed into pajamas when I got home yesterday and fell asleep on the couch? I didn't even move when Katie dropped by to visit. I was all, "You watch TV. I lay here." So she ended up watching last week's Lost, because her sister is a big fat unresponsive uncaring drools-on-the-couch-pillows blob. Oh, and then I went to bed. I did not even stay up to watch Veronica Mars, my favoritest show in the television universe, because I went to bed at NINE FIFTEEN.

One of the more annoying things about not having any energy when I get home is that I don't feel like cooking. Well, I've never been much for cooking, but I rarely bake anymore either. I wanted to bring cookies to our friends with the new baby the other night, but I couldn't bear the thought of monitoring cookie sheets every 10 minutes. I made a pan of brownies and that was tiring enough. Pathetic! I'm especially frustrated, because it's fall and I finally got my hands on a recipe for butternut squash soup that doesn't look like it requires three years of culinary school. I have another recipe for an Egyptian lentil soup, which is a lot more work, but tastes like spicy heaven, and I don't even like spicy. (I am a big fan of both of these recipes, as they contain a million vegetables I hate and won't eat in their raw pure forms, but when cooked and mashed and pureed and blended become something else entirely, something delicious.) Then someone else gave me a recipe for butternut squash risotto and I have arborio rice in my pantry just sitting there, waiting for me to start eating carbs again. (Full disclosure: I never stopped eating carbs. It's just that if I were going to consume carbs, I preferred them in their chocolate or alcoholic forms.)

Dammit, I'm going to cook tonight. Even if it's just a box of macaroni and cheese.

Heh. Macaroni and cheese makes me think of a funny story. The summer after my sophomore year of college I lived with a bunch of Krazy People. We were very poor college students renting a nice suburban house and attempting to live in Community, which meant that we all thought if we pooled our money for groceries we'd get along better. I don't know. It was all kind of ridiculous, which I miserably discovered about one week into the experiment. Anyway! One of my housemates was a brilliant analytical engineerical mechanical type person who slept in 3 hour cycles and tried to get his computers to talk to each other and didn't have much to say to the rest of us. We were supposed to take turns making dinner, but the mere thought gave him the vapors, so we let it go for a long time. Finally we were all, "Dude. It is YOUR TURN. We don't care what you make. Make macaroni and cheese!" And so that night he decided to make macaroni and cheese for the rest of us. I had one housemate who didn't make me want to claw my own eyes out, and she and I were a little worried about him. So we went into the kitchen to see if he needed help and there he was, cooking two boxes of macaroni in two separate pots. He was not particularly pleased that we spent the rest of the evening howling with laughter about two pots (TWO POTS!) but we thought this made up for the fact that once he told my cool housemate that she would be perfect for space travel as she was short and therefore used less energy.

That whole story just made me very hungry.  I think I need a new category, which I shall call Posts I've Written In The Throes Of Hunger. I'm off to look at allrecipes.com.

Comments

[Maureen]

For the record, I am not angry with you for not having "morning" sickness, nor do I wish nausea upon you. I may be angry at the universe that "morning" sickness exists at all, but I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. Bitter I may be, evil I am not. I'm glad for you if you escape it.

The fatigue diminishes somewhat in the second trimester. (Apparently, some women get lots of extra energy during the second trimester, but I was not one of those women.) But then, at least in my experience, the fatigue comes back with a wallop in the ninth month. I currently have to take a rest after every single thing I do. My mother said she got a burst of energy right before the birth, but I have not yet experienced this, so I don't know.

I know people like that housemate of yours. They are prevalent in my field. Heh.

[Jenn]

You have macaroni and cheese? Can I come over?

[jackie]

i never got morning sickness either. don't look a gift horse in the mouth. just eat whatever you want. this is your only chance!

[Jenny Ryan]

Engineers=a whole entire different species than other human beings.

But it balances out, because they are so easy, and so fun, to mess with. As in, "I don't need a compass, because no matter which way I'm facing, north is always directly in front of me. Right?" And then watch the steam come out of their ears as all the circuits in their brain explode. :)

[Jennifer]

I am perfectly USELESS after about 4PM. And I nap from 1-3PM.

I've taken to buying frozen meals and pre-prepared meals that just need reheating.

Last night was quiche lorraine. Tonight it will be frozen pizza.

This from a couple who preaches the evils of processed foods from every mountain top.

I just can't get it together enough to cook fish and vegetables.

I'm so glad you aren't experiencing any nausea!

[Mykal]

Ohh you must try the butternut squash risotto. My boyfriend makes that quite a bit in the fall and it is delecious, our recipe uses the squash and leeks and it is awesome. Butternut squash gnocchi are also delicous, but a bit time consuming to make. (I like to cook and could go on all day about tasty food and recipes.)

Also I am an engineer and I am completely(well mostly) normal, I swear!