Waiting for my bread to rise....

It's been a fairly un-eventful day. I got up and let out a groan as I staggered to use the bathroom (a fairly common encounter for a pregnant woman). I forced myself to go to the track this morning to walk since I've skipped the past few days and can feel my fat rolls on top of my growing baby bump sticking together as I drive around in this unbearable Chicago humidity. That's motivation my friends. My body finally woke up and my head began to clear around mile 4. On the way home, I had this overwhelming urge to come home and bake some homemade wheat bread. In the midst of 200 other things I should be doing, I came home and started the messy, uncertain process of making homemade bread. Each little loaf is rising in their pan right now. It's looking promising. And I can taste warm bread with butter and honey already.