I’m at Disney World today (God help me) so I thought I’d share this fun little song by the comedy duo Garfunkel and Oates.

My friend Joanna over at Smitten posted it a while back and I thought it was hilarious. And it definitely rang true. I hope you guys feel the same way and that no one is offended!

I am not a person with many vices. If I had to list them quickly, I’d say dirty martinis (when I’m not pregnant and even then only every once in a while), all the reality shows on Bravo, the Twilight series (and movie -- can’t wait for New Moon!) and, of course, Diet Coke.

Did I mention here that I passed my home glucose testing regime? Six days of recording my eating habits, pricking my finger, dripping blood on test strips... my numbers all came out fine. I don't have gestational diabetes. Phew!

The not-SO-good news is that once I stopped recording my food for review, I started to fall off the wagon regarding eating protein with every carbohydrate, eating less sweet snacks... Oh well.

Today I had a bran muffin and strawberry kefir for a snack, and then fell asleep for an hour. Perhaps that wasn’t a good snack? Or perhaps falling asleep at noon on Monday is par for the course in Tri-3?

There is, and is not, a single road map for this experience. Some people break out, my skin has been astonishingly clear, for the first time in my life. Some people get constipation and hemorrhoids, I (knock on wood!) — so far — have not.

But sleepy, moody... I AM SO SLEEPY and MOODY! Oooof. Not sure where that middle part was where I was supposed to feel like superwoman. Had a day or two like that, but that’s it so far.

Have I mentioned that I'm addicted to Breathe Right strips, those funny bandage-like things you stick over your nose to open up your nasal passages?

I've been badly congested since the start of my pregnancy, and if I could wear the strips all day, I would. Unfortunately, it's not a very attractive look. So instead, I look forward to putting one on every night before bed. I can't sleep without it, and I get panicky when I'm close to running out of them. In fact, the number-one item on my to-do list today is to pick up another box at the drugstore. (Warning: It's a fairly expensive habit.)

The Breathe Right makers should really pay me because, like a big weirdo, I extol the product's virtues to everyone I know. Seriously, you should try them.