I’ve decided, as I do now and again, to start making bread instead of buying it. It’s much cheaper, it’s a task that I actually like, and I’ve got plenty of time to do it, at least for the next few months. The only real downside is that when I make bread, I eat bread. A lot of it. Generally I’m not tempted by store-bought bread, but I could eat fresh, homemade bread morning, noon, and night and never get tired of it. And it’s not just the bread, unfortunately — there’s also the butter, the cheese, the spoonfuls of crunchy peanut butter to think about. Add it all up and it looks like I’m taking this “eating for two” business pretty darn seriously.

The other thing I’m taking seriously these days is sleeping. I haven’t had much in the way of pregnancy symptoms–I alternate between being thankful for and being anxious about that–but I have been so tired for the past few months that I think I could easily sleep twelve hours at a stretch and still not be ready to get up. During the week I get up at 7:20 to get Lydia up and off to school, but most days I go back to bed as soon as she’s left and sleep as much as two or three hours. Usually I get up when Tage wakes up (he’s a late riser), but lately I’ve been sending him down to Olof and going back to sleep. Left entirely to my own devices I think I’d probably spend more hours sleeping than I would awake.

Re-reading this I realize that I’ve made myself sound like a total slug, which isn’t entirely true. I did get ready and walk to my physical therapy appointment and back this morning, in addition to making the aforementioned bread, cleaning the kitchen, playing with Tage, helping Lydia with her homework, and updating the kids’ photo pages. I guess maybe I just feel more sluggish than I really am.

Oh, and in the way of a non sequitur, I’ll leave you with a cute picture of my cats, Moa (orange) and Prins Bertil (tiger-striped):

Sweet, aren’t they?