It's all in the preparation

These days my waking hours are broken down into food windows. 'Yes, I'd love to meet after work', I'll say, thinking quickly about whether this will mean a sandwich before I leave my desk, or food en route.
On the weekends, it should be easier. And yet, I'm not hungry when I'm at the table, and ravenous when I'm wandering down the street. This, above, is Darling Husband's answer to the problem: one massive, meat-filled, cheesy lasagne. Yum yum. It'll see us through dinner with friends tomorrow night and lunches during the week. Planning in advance, it's fantastic - especially when someone else is doing cooking.
Anyway, enough about food, I'm making myself hungry again, and there isn't any peanut butter in sight. I've been a bit slack with my blog updates of late. This is mainly because I've been super busy at work, and the sun makes sitting at my computer, like, so two months ago (in the rain). Being pregnant in the heat is a challenge, but that doesn't mean I don't want to soak up the warmth on my skin like everyone else. I now consume water like a camel, and have a pathological addiction to ice-cream. The latter couldn't be referred to as a craving, because I eat it to cool myself down rather than satisfy some deep down urge, which has its heart in pickled cucumbers and custard.
So in a sense, I have eating sorted. Sleeping, well that's another topic entirely. I'm not possesed by the burglar syndrome anymore, but I have been trying to wean myself off the flat-backed star position that has become my sleeping fail safe ever since that day on a boat, near Cowes when I nearly kicked darling bro into the sea because my legs were outstretched with such enthusiasm. Anyway, apparenly flat on the back is bad for the baby. BAD NEWS. So now I have to be a good, obedient mother-to-be and lie on my left hand side, facing DH and not exactly getting a peaceful night. That was, until I rather unglamourously shuffed a pillow between my legs, and under the bump, and now I'm like a sleeping baby. Let's hope little Pullen is learning some sleeping tricks too. Ouch, it just kicked. Mmm, I think that means, 'Yes Mum, I know what's what, stop writing about me while I can't defend my side of the story.' Good little baby. I love you very much.