Just Checking In. Or: "Things I Will Do When I Am No Longer Pregnant."

So. We're in the third of trimesters. Less than 100 days left... we're actually probably down into the 80's or 70's. Woo hoo?

While I am not looking forward to the part where the baby actually forces its way out of my body, leaving me ravaged and exhausted, I am seriously looking forward to eventually acting out my list of "Things I Will Do When I Am no Longer Pregnant." I am aware that I may have already posted about these things, but too bad, read 'em anyway, I still can't do them.

This list includes things such as:

• Ride rollercoasters. Yes, I know there aren't any in Hawaii. It's more a matter of wanting to do something you can't, simply because you've been told you aren't allowed. So let's plan to go to Six Flags.
• DRINK A BEER. Just one. Or more. Or Even, maybe just even, a fruity little mixed drink.
  
• Sleep on my stomach. Comfortably, and without worrying about smashing the baby.
  
• Jump on trampolines. See Roller coaster riding for explanation.
• Eat Goat Cheese. I've wanted some ever since the first thing I read that said I can't/shouldn't have it. Actually, I watched a "How It's Made" episode that included goat cheese, and then I googled to see if I *could* have it and the internet said no. :( I I might just eat a bar of it when I get home from the... dammit. I can't even have it for 2 weeks after baby is born. Le sigh. Maybe for Thanksgiving I'll have some. It's gonna be so tasty and creamy. mmm.
• Decide what I want to eat, WITHOUT weighing desire to eat it against the fear of the heartburn that's sure to follow. Someday, I will eat hot wings again and NOT die a horrible death as a result. They'll just be plain spicy and that'll be the end of it.
  
• Have a Mt. Dew. I mean I suppose I could have one now, but those things are so terrible for you, I'm not sure I want to subject little miss to it. Maybe when she's four.

Seriously, all I can think about right now is the taste of goat cheese. Creamy and tangy and soft and mild and I might even put it on a Wheat Thin and not just eat it with a spoon...

• Have cavities filled. Or rather, have the dentist take X-rays to see if I have cavities that need filled (probably).
  
• Hopefully, be able to start something that I'll be able to finish. I'd like to go back to school/get certified in something useful. I know that I won't be able to do much when the baby is here, but until she is, I can't start because her arrival will mean taking an indefinitely long break from whatever it is I start. Is it time for her to start preschool yet?
  

THis one isn't really a "To Do" persay, but it is important to me.

• Someday, my stomach region will no longer have a horizon. The kind with a vanishing point. That I can't see past. I'd be pretty upset if David were the type (he's not, I am, which is probably why I thought about it) to pen/sharpie on me where I couldn't see it and then I discovered it in the mirror later. Seriously, the earth isn't flat, and neither is my stomach. Boo.
  

• I would like to ride with David on his motorcycle. They don't make maternity biker jackets. Ha ha. Joke.
  
• Not waddle.

Now I'm going to go rummage in the fridge... maybe, just maybe I can find something in there I want badly enough to replace my undying food-lust for goat cheese. I'm not hopeful.