A belly band: When all my previously-pregnant friends found out I was expecting, this was the one thing they said I had to get. I've got to say, the concept of pulling this weird little piece of fabric over my pants to hold them up was a bit disconcerting to me. But I'm still not in the maternity clothes stage and I was tired of wearing things with no waist so I picked one up last weekend at Target for a whopping $16. It's the best money I've spent in ages. Now, my old pants are back!
Gatorade G2: The apparent combination of summertime and pregnancy has been giving me the worst headaches I've ever had. I'm talking about constant, sometimes-these-last-for-days headaches. My doctor suggested I was dehydrated, though there was no way I could possibly drink any more water. And then someone - our HR guy whose wife has had four babies - told me that I needed to be drinking something with electrolytes. (As Chad said, "Why didn't we think of that?") So, a little G2 in my day makes the headaches go away. At least some of the time.
My pedometer: A few years ago, I went and got myself a little pedometer and the darned thing slipped off my pants the third time I wore it. But the second one I got earlier this year is even better. This magic little device records your steps and keeps track of them over the past week - based on how many steps you actually take per foot vs. any kind of "standard" or average - and has a latch to keep it from falling off. When it's walk-time for Lucy, I just slap this thing on the back of my shorts (I put a house key on it too so we can travel lightly) and take off. I love this little thing. It's much more gratifying to come home from a walk to see you've traveled three miles than to just come home sweaty and tired.
The song "This Afternoon" by Nickelback - which is basically about a group of friends sitting around in their backyard wasting an entire day. Yes, it's overplayed but it makes me happy. (Unlike "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum which used to make me happy but is so overplayed that these days it just makes me irritated.)
Riesens: I love these darned little things so much, I can eat a dozen at a time! (Maybe that's a stretch, maybe not. I've never really counted.) For those of you who don't like dark chocolate, don't let that deter you. I don't like dark chocolate either, but I loooove these. Though be prepared for them to get stuck in your teeth.
Napping: Why, oh why, did I ever protest this activity? Maybe I can hunt down a person to let me trade in the naps I didn't take in kindergarten for a few during my workday. Wishful thinking?
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