Monday, March 10, 2008

Brain Dead

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything, except she's about the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on.

Before this sweet little Peanut made its home in my belly, I was experiencing a pinnacle of productivity. I mean, I hadn't watched Food Network in weeks. I cranked out menu plans a month at a time -- and stuck to them! I was organizing cabinets, planning some redecoration projects, and being generally creative.

Well, I've already watched an hour of Food Network today. I can't even menu plan for tonight because there's no telling what I might want to eat (or make) at 5:00. I have no plans to organize anything for another three months, much less do anything creative. And I'm pretty much feeling brain dead.

This sounds like I'm complaining, but really I'm not. It's kind of nice to feel like a vegetable every once in a while. My problem used to be that I couldn't turn my brain off. Now my problem is that I can't turn it on! If only I could just get it to work for little hour-long spurts a couple of times a day. :)

The great news is that the weather is starting to turn spring-like. Yes, we had snow on Saturday. But the projected highs for this week are hanging out in the sixties, which means I can begin to kiss my uncomfortable jeans goodbye. I cannot wait to throw on elastic-waist skirts and flip-flops for the next six months. Pretty convenient for a pregnant woman, hmm?

This is getting even more random than I had planned.

If you've read this far, I need help:
What do I make for dinner tonight?

Here are a few qualifiers:
  • I want nothing to do with roast-type meat. Or really "main dish meat" in general, unless it's chicken fingers.
  • It has to be easy to make with a critter underfoot.
  • It cannot leave lingering smells in the kitchen, like the quesadillas I made yesterday.
  • We're also trying to have foods that Phoebe can eat, or at least adapt easily for Phoebe to eat.
Help!

6 comments:

Lauren said...

Easy Eggplant Parmesean?

Pancakes, Eggs and Sausage?

Mrs. Olsen said...

I think pregnancy, especially the first trimester, is about simple meals like spaghetti, grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup, etc. Hmmm, can you tell I really liked cheese and tomatoes when I was pregnant?

Anonymous said...

My mom's 81st birthday was yesterday and I got 3 rotisserie chicken from Sam's. We had a lot of white meat left over, so I am making chicken pot pie tonight, with a side salad. I have a fabulous quick and easy recipe, it includes the chicken, peas/carrots (frozen) whip up an easy cream sauce and throw it in a pie shell. It's yum. If you want the recipe, send an email. It works for feeding everyone here. :) Ah, the food network...makes me hungry to watch. Must go. Love to all the babies, Love, Ann. p.s. suppose to hit 53 in Indy on wed.!!!! Praise the Lord!

j&bH said...

i feel so proud that i dubbed my little peanut a "peanut" and now it is officially stated in a blog! man, aunt fave is movin' up in the world...as if it were possible! LOL.

i'm ready for you to get here and start helping me turn MY brain ON & pack for a honeymoon (mine)...it will be nice to have my rhoda & little bean in town for some much needed girl time.

i miss you & i love you
mare (fave)

p.s. chicken salad is usually a tummy settler for me...and it stays in a container in the fridge which reduces the "smell" PLUS you don't have to heat it up and relive cooking smells...i LIVED on chicken salad during this summer of job hunting, house hunting, and wedding planning... :)

Carolynn said...

I always enjoy a homemade mac-n-cheese..how does that sound? Miss y'all! See you when we get home!

The Sinks said...

I can totally understand the brain dead feeling of the first trimester. For me, it manifested itself in just wanting to sit on my bum, and well, sit on my bum, doing absolutely nothing. So frustrating in a way, but in another way, I somehow (amazingly!) didn't care. As far as food, pasta is always a good bet for me when pregnant, especially during first trimester. Oh, and baked potatoes. Loaded baked potatoes...