Something fun!

Where it says "body" is right over the left hand, you can also see the nose, eyes and right ear.

I made brownies, and I did so for one reason and one reason only.
I really really really wanted to eat brownies right then, or I might have exploded. You know how it goes sometimes.

The finished brownies sit by the stove. Most of it sat by the stove, the rest sat in my hand as I leaned over the sink. The rest being a huge hunk, and the sink being necessary as I didn't feel like getting a plate out or washing the floor again.
This was a wonderful set-up until I hear a quiet, pitiful, meow and at my feet sits Geordi with big yearning eyes. When I looked down he resolutely walked to the counter holding the brownies, not by me, and stretched up as high as he could go and meowed again. He didn't want my brownie, he wanted all the rest of the brownies.

The cat may be smart, but he does love asking for things that will give him gastrointestinal distress.

So I ate another brownie, smug in the knowledge that all it gives me is a happy mouth and an overly full stomach (and apparently a foot warmer made out of cat).

Nobody is really at fault, there was just a little bit of a lack of communication last time I went to the OB-GYN and ... oops... no one in the building at the time was qualified for it, so I'm going back on Wednesday after work.
I also need to walk/exercise more, and not get stressed out over anything. Actually I was thinking that the one thing that probably gives me the most stress is being babied and not allowed to most of the physical aspects of my job (strike one and two on doctor's orders). It's rather funny in that way.

In better news I have finished "developing" all the digital pictures that have been sitting on my computer desktop. All told it was about 200-250, most of them being wedding pictures.
Regarding wedding pictures, due to the fact that I have moved my files twice (computer to computer) and through one or two reformats, I have to go through all my own wedding pictures and re-edit and re-choose them as all my work has disappeared in the muddle. I really don't like changing computers, because something always gets lost and you don't realize it until you go to finish it all up. On the other hand I found some old WordPerfect documents that I can't actually access properly any more. That's an oops too...

Dinner is essentially finished, I just have to cook it.

So onto the nasty bathroom...

Yesterday while sitting on the couch, somebody kicked me real hard in the stomach.

Thank goodness it came from the inside.

[grin]

Today, I got another lecture about how I'm being a very bad pregnant woman.
I was moving tables, and since I love conserving energy I was doing so in a way that, while being only somewhat accurate, is barely any more effort then walking backwards. I was told to not exert myself at all, do what I'm told, and not continue to think I can still do anything I want.
The weird thing is, I have been careful. This may not mean much to some people, but I have been so careful I have not tripped or fallen once in four months. While biking or cleaning if I get tired I rest until I feel perfectly okay. I have purposefully not scheduled activities that end in me getting rough and tumble. And yet, still, I get talked to. Last time it was because I dared to stand on a chair (solid, firm chair with handle) to reach for something.
It can be very frustrating sometimes, but I've learned to just shut up. If I can't give a good explanation in five seconds I can't win, and must ask for light duties.

The question is... am I the one being unreasonable here?