Strange Things about being Pregnant

Id like to take a moment or two to just reflect on some weird things that I have noticed myself doing as if they were completely normal every day occurrences. Truthfully, I don't know for sure that it's because I'm pregnant -- it could be because I'm kind of settling into this apartment or it could be because I'm home all day and therefore slightly liberated. But I'm going to blame them on the baby.

After years of minimal milk drinking, I've started craving milk again (good thing!) However, in the past month of milk cravings I have yet to drink milk from a glass and can ONLY drink milk directly from the gallon container. High class, I know.

I hate HGTV and yet, I have started watching it constantly, and actually tivoing episodes for the few hours that I am out of the house. Which brings me to another thing, I made dinner last night and actually cleaned the kitchen afterwards, including sweeping the floor. Unheard of.

But here's the kicker... Last night Rob was scooping ice cream for us both. I was pretty sensitive about this because he doesn't like Peanut Butter Cup ice cream or anything with chocolate and peanut butter mixed together (because he's weird) but was eating my ice cream because it was all we had. So he scooped out one bowl that was mostly chocolate -- and I calmly tried to explain to him that he should take ice cream from the sides for him and for the center for me (everyone knows all the peanut butter is in the center) and that the first bowl would be his. When he proceeded to scoop "side - chocolate-only-ice cream" for my bowl I just broke down in mid sentence. I flapped my arms like a penguin, stamped my foot and let out a high pitch two-year-old-tantrum wail of "Nooooooooooooo, from the center, from the center!!!" About twenty minutes later when Rob had stopped fearing that he might pee himself from laughing so hard, he reached the conclusion that he had just met his daughter. We are seriously in for it.