Week 11

Well its not technically until tomorrow, but close enough.
I am feeling a little better although the constant battle with food continues. I have had 4 meals of the colored rotini pasta in the last 5 days, I thought I had finally found something I could make quickly and eat without gagging. But alas all good things must come to an end. The rotini I had tonight was not good - at all. So I'll put it back in the shelf in hopes that in a few days I can give it another try.
My thoughts right now are consumed with how to look hip while pregnant. Never mind that I don't look hip when not pregnant but impending motherhood has brought on a fit of panic that I will forever look dumpy. I want to be one of those pregos that walks around in hip black t-shirts, skinny jeans and sweet shoes. Despite my visions of grandeur reality is I will be dumpy and puffy by month 6, my ankles will probably be swollen by month 7 and my face will be unrecognizable by month 8 AND I WILL STILL HAVE A MONTH TO GO!! Well I guess technically TWO! I will be one, giant, puffy mess. And with my luck I will take after the Asche's in weight loss/retainage instead of the o so lucky Ellefsons.

Well enough of my self-centered rant. Man they feel good.

We went to see Juno yesterday. I don't know whether to recommend it or not. I liked it, but not as much as I thought I would from the previews. The girl who plays Juno has an annoying voice and although she looks like she is 12 she sounds about 40 with a smokers voice, although not that scratchy. I didn't really like the ending *SPOILER ALERT* I guess it ended "best" for everyone but when she is crying in the hospital because she gave up her baby for adoption I just couldn't handle it. AND THEN the closing scene is her and her boyfriend sitting around playing guitar and singing. How could you just forget about the baby and go on and live a happy life? I just don't get it. Good thing I never had a baby out of wedlock!