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You guys. I do not want to go to my clinical tomorrow. I really, really, really don’t. I obviously don’t want to be sick, but seriously, I’d like to fake it to take a day off. I am over it now, 16 weeks is too long to be somewhere other than a paying job. I know I still have stuff to learn, but the more I’m there the more I realize I don’t want to be. This setting is not for me and I still have eight. more. weeks.

My uterus has been occasionally better this weekend. I think sleeping and relaxing are the key. Even more reason to not go to work tomorrow. I cannot do either of those there. In fact, I do the opposite. I spent half my day chasing kids and getting up and down off the floor.

My husband’s cat doesn’t move all day long except to move her two stuffed animals into whatever room we’re in. Even if it means carrying a doll that’s probably 1/3 her size, in her mouth, up and down stairs repeatedly. She’s so helpful, and admittedly, very cute.

If you leave >10 comments on the same post on someone’s blog in under an hour (if no one is replying), you might be a crazy person. I’m just saying.

My lips are out of control dry right now. I’ve not been so great with skin care this past week and it is seriously showing. And now I’m out of my body wash too. I’m literally so lazy that instead of stopping in a store that’s on my way home from work, I’m going to order the body wash off the internet and pay for shipping. This might be a new low.

The same laziness has me *this* close to using the check app to deposit checks, but there’s something about assuming a picture of a check is a valid way to deposit it that scares me. So instead, I’ll keep carrying months old checks in my purse in case one day I accidentally drive into the bank.

Tomorrow we’re having red beans and rice for dinner, because I didn’t get my act together to make them for Mardi Gras last week. They’ll still be delicious.

My cat has taken another baby toy hostage. I have tried burying it in a bag with other toys and hiding it in the depths of the crib and at least 5 times in the past 3 days he has found it and removed it from the crib. It’s currently sitting in my bathroom, because obviously.

I love awards shows, but the Oscars very nearly bored me to death this year.

I am headed home for this coming weekend to visit family. I haven’t been home since Christmas and otherwise wouldn’t be back until my baby shower next month and I just decided it would be nice. Plus, my husband is working on like 3 different work projects, so he’ll need the space and the quiet. And because I love spending as much money as possible on gas. Thank God I have a little car.

Have I mentioned yet how much I don’t want to go to my clinical tomorrow? No? Oh, in that case, SO MUCH.

So, first, I’d like to apologize for the delay in writing. I had every intention of writing this last night and I even knew it was Sunday, which is kind of an accomplishment on a 3 day weekend, but I was super lucky and got to spend my entire Sunday evening (until 1am) at the hospital for relentless contractions. Everything is fine now, I’m home, the baby and I are both fine and I’ll write more in depth about it when I’m not sleep deprived. Suffice it to say, it was a real treat.

In other news, the baby now lives partially in my lungs, so walking about 10 feet elicits shortness of breath and makes me feel like I am alternately 80 years old or 700 pounds. I’m hoping this is something I’ll get used to soon because currently it makes me feel so panicky that I almost cannot function.

Last week my dad and step-mom sent us a Tigger doll for the baby, and well, Jacques-Imo is SO excited about his new toy. As soon as we took it out of the bag, he grabbed it and took it to his box and sat happily with it. He repeated this every time we took it away. Finally I put it upstairs in the nursery in the bottom of a huge bag, which I tucked the opening under on, in the crib. And of course the next day and every day since then it’s been on the floor. He is a very determined cat. He also apparently really likes Tigger.

I got a pedicure with my sister this morning. It turns out that I’m allergic to something they put in the foot soak at this pedicure place. Within about 6 seconds of putting my feet in, both feet started itching and turned bright red. A quick rinse and switch to plain water solved it, but that was super weird.

I adore The Worst Chefs in America. I haven’t seen last night’s episode yet, but I think I might be on Team Bobby this season. I like Ann Burrell, but Bobby Flay has grown on me. I like that he’s a little more gentle, but also super funny.

And in terms of Top Chef, I’m totally Team Paul. But frankly, I’m team anyone but Sarah because I cannot stand her. She is a total unapologetic bitch. I wanted Beverly to slaughter her or run her over in the cross country ski challenge.

This week should be a light work week. Besides having today off, one of my instructors is gone on Friday, so some of my most trying patients have a week off. I’ve come to really dislike Fridays because our mornings are filled with 4 consecutive tough patients. I get to lunch and want to take a nap every week. Work is getting hard and my CI noticed last week that I am having to hold myself up at a lot more. Little does she know that it’s a constant war to not lay down 80% of the day. 9 weeks to go on this clinical. It’s killing me softly.

Target has Easter candy now. I tweeted this yesterday and got several replies from people who thought I was outraged and agreed with me. Just to be clear, I am not outraged. I’m pretty much as excited as I could be. Aside from the whole physically demanding work thing, I picked the best times of year to be pregnant. Christmas candy, Valentines Day candy, Easter candy. Epic.

The only problem with 3 days weekends is that you never want to go back to work. Tomorrow is going to be a struggle.

I can’t believe the weekend is over again. Why does that keep happening? I guess I just need to keep my chin up and remember that next week is a 3 day weekend, so next week, when I blog on Sunday, it will only be 2/3rd through the weekend. I wish it was next week.

This weekend was designed to be as low stress as possible and somehow it did not live up to that plan. Friday night I started getting a bunch of Braxton Hicks contractions, which are kind of like practice contractions. They don’t do anything to your cervix, they just cause your uterus to tighten up like a freaking rock and be uncomfortable for a minute or two. I couldn’t figure out the cause at the time, but after getting up to pee 5 times Friday night and realizing that hey, it burned when I peed, I finally figured it out. After one VERY positive home UTI test, I was off to labor and delivery for antibiotics.

Boy was that a treat. I got hooked up to all kinds of monitors, got to hear the baby wiggle and move and get hiccups. They recorded exactly one sort of contraction in the 2 hours I was there, which was fine by me and diagnosed me with a UTI. They also did a really awesomely painful test for preterm labor, which came back negative, thankfully. They’re doing a urine culture to be sure, but in the meantime, I’m on an antibiotic that is totally not agreeing with my stomach. Because obviously. But hopefully it’s going to calm my bladder and uterus down.

Thankfully aside from the two hour hospital adventure, the rest of the weekend was calm and relaxing. Today I baked lemon bread (recipe to be posted Wednesday) and over the course of the weekend we watched 3 different comic book inspired movies. I do not miss studying one bit and having to go back to studying for my boards in a few months is totally going to suck.

The invitations of the first baby shower have gone out! Our stroller and carseat have been purchased! It’s like we’re going to have a baby soon or something.

We are having cat issues. Namely that mine continues to be insanely food motivated and that my husband’s cat, though eating the very same, often less, amount of food than my cat, is still somehow gaining weight. And when we try to get her to get exercise, my cat attacks her. Because she looks like she might be having fun and he’s kind of an asshole to her. I swear they are preparing us better for parenthood than anything else ever could.

My nose just started bleeding out of nowhere. Awesome.

I had a dream this weekend that we were going to go on vacation to Europe and for some reason, when we parked at the airport, I discovered that my sister decided to bring our cats along. Only she was just going to leave them in the car with the windows up the whole time we were gone. So instead, we just brought them onto the plane and all around Europe with us. I’m not sure what this dream means, but dude, we are never doing that.

I firmly believe that a microplane grater is the greatest kitchen tool I own.

Despite the fact that I’m doing this on the early side and I could continue to come up with random things to tell you, I’m going to cut myself off here. I hope you all have a lovely week.

Excuse me whilst I shed a major tear for the end of the football season. I hate knowing that there are like 6 months now, filled with sports I don’t care about, before it all begins again. Tragic, really. The Super Bowl today was kind of a boring game until the last 4 minutes of the 4th quarter when it got exciting. I’m happy for my husband since he’s a lifelong Giants fan, I’m a little sad for myself that I will have to hear more taunting about whose team has been to/won the Super Bowl more recently. He was just coming down off of his high from winning several years ago.

Don’t hate me, but I totally didn’t hate the halftime show. I mean, I didn’t love a lot of the middle of it, but Madonna was surprisingly good considering what I expected and considering the past several years’ performers.

The commercials were just…meh. I really liked the m&ms one (which I’m sure surprises no one) and found the Drew Brees one adorable, but otherwise, I was not terribly impressed.

Since I’m on a football kick, this is probably one of my favorite posts I’ve written for Babble, check it out if you have a chance: 11 Ways Pregnancy is Just Like Football…

We had brunch with my in-laws today, which was nicer than anticipated. They seem to be excited and interested in the baby, so conversations are a little easier. They do however, have a very different understanding of our finances than is realistic, so they make suggestions for purchases and I have to stifle laughter. Um, no, we cannot buy a 600 dollar chair. Not today, not next year, not for a long long time. Even if it would work perfectly. I also never want to discuss breastfeeding with my MIL ever again please.

It seems that Southern California has opted to skip winter this year. This is unfortunate since all my maternity shirts are long or 3/4 sleeved. I am hot every single day and there is really not a lot I can do about it. I looked at Target and they almost no short sleeved shirts and the ones they had were cut too low to be work appropriate. And because spring is coming all the short sleeved shirts at Gap are super expensive. I miss the cold weather and not being absurdly hot all the time.

We have had a MONSTER (clean) laundry pile on our bedroom floor for almost a month. This should bother me, it does not.

My cat’s new favorite thing ever is to go tearing up the stairs and jump right into the crib. He is also a big fan of removing all the stuffed animals we are storing in the crib from the crib so that he has a room full of toys. This adjustment is going to be rough to say the very least.

We walked through the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica which is basically a nice outdoor mall that stretches several blocks. In this area there were like 800 different street performers and truly, the only one that made me even want to consider stopping and watching was a kid, maybe 10 years old, who was doing yo-yo tricks.

I have another long week ahead, which is a bummer. Not this weekend but next weekend is a 3 day weekend and I am really, seriously looking forward to it. Especially with as quickly as today went. I feel like I got half a weekend, which is unfortunate because I really, really love weekends.

And since I have an early morning ahead, I’m going to call it a night.

So, for starters, this is my first blog post from my new computer. My computer was dying a horrendously painful death and since we have been talking about buying me a new one for weeks, we bit the bullet and bought it today. It is really really pretty. And while I have pined after the MacBook Air for years, the Pro was the better call in terms of function and price, and so I am writing this from behind a very shiny 13 inch MacBook Pro. I love it.

The transfer has gone alarmingly smoothly except for my emails. Which did not show up. So after a bit of a communication cluster with my husband, I am now importing every email ever, instead of the ones I had on my old computer. Apparently we can fix this once they all finish importing, but it’s been an hour and I’m only up to 2008 on one account and 2009 on three others. So, that’s fun.

I also met my mom, sister and aunt today for a day of fun. We went shoe shopping (I got one pair of extremely practical, not very cute work shoes), had afternoon tea (which was insanely delicious) and then got pedicures. It was just a really lovely afternoon with the girls. Meanwhile my husband was super-husband and cleaned and organized all the things. He did mention tonight that our house would be a lot cleaner if I didn’t live here. And the sad thing is, it’s totally true. I am a slob. I am also totally at peace with this.

The baby will not kick for my mom. He is so taking after his mother.

The lady at the pedicure place mistook my sister and me for twins today. Granted, we did accidentally do our hair the exact same way (bang braid into a bun with a side part…), but we’ve almost never even been mistaken for sisters let alone twins. It was pretty funny.

My cat apparently jumped up into the lap of my husband’s friend today. And then, because he is an idiot, proceeded to hiss at our friend, but did not get off of his lap. I really do not know how he’s going to handle a baby. I have a feeling he’s going to add an extra fun layer of stress. The nursery door will be closed 100% of the time the baby is in there, for his own safety.

It was 79 degrees today. In January. I miss winter. I know others of you are living in snow and ice and stuff, but dude, I’d kill for just like mid-60s. I have no summer clothes that fit over my girth right now.

I don’t wanna get up tomorrow morning and go to clinic. I really like clinic, but the getting up part is just SO not appealing to me at all right now. Granted, my ability to sleep in is becoming more and more compromised, but this is the cat’s fault, primarily. Even still, the difference between getting up at 6:15 and getting up at 7:30 is pretty vast. At least in my mind. Which is all that matters.

Alright, I’m done for the night, I still have a little work to do for my clinical tomorrow and sleep is what I want the most, so that’s what I’m going to do now. Have a lovely week!

Today I faced one of my greatest fears: the prospect of a 49ers/Patriots Super Bowl. I would either have had to not watch it, or morally compromise myself and root for one of the 2 NFL teams I hate the most. Luckily, the Giants pulled through and saved me. My husband is also quite happy, I’m just glad I can now root against the Patriots without distraction. I wish it was the Cowboys or the Saints, but at least it’s not the 49ers.

This weekend we drove to Heather’s house to celebrate Annie’s 2nd birthday. It was a lovely party, more well decorated and kept to theme than any event I have ever attended (it was Yo Gabba Gabba!) and the cake was amazing. Plus, it was really nice to see several of my friends again. We live just far enough away that we need an occasion to visit and this was a great one.

I have eaten the same thing for breakfast for two weeks and essentially the same thing for dinner 3 nights in a row. And each time it is the most delicious meal ever. Pregnancy is weird.

On the one hand, being 25 weeks pregnant doesn’t sound that far along, on the other hand, only having 15 weeks to go sounds like not very much time at all. I think things are about to get real here very soon. The nursery still isn’t finished and I still haven’t had any legitimate cravings or any desire to do anything that remotely resembles nesting (nesting is way too close to cleaning for me). My husband continues to have severe nesting issues that amuse me.

My mom is finally coming home tomorrow. She’s been on a cruise from Florida to South America since nearly 2 weeks ago. You know what’s fun? Having your mom on a cruise while there is a major cruise related accident in the news. Not stressful at all. She’s off the boat now and just has a flight between her and being home safely.

A branch of my family had to go through something truly lousy last week. I can’t/won’t elaborate for their privacy, but any good thoughts you have are most appreciated. They are such lovely people and deserve only good things, I’ve been so sad to see them go through this. Hopefully this is the end of the rough stuff for them and the start of calm.

Trader Joe’s Pfeffernusse. That is all.

On Wednesday my CI called in sick because her 2 year old son was on day 3 of a stomach virus. She came in on Friday and reported that she felt nauseous all day long, but worked through it. I avoided physical contact with her, washed my hands obsessively and am sure I’m fine. But she also brought in banana bread she baked at home the night her son puked 11 times and offered it to people. And to my surprise ALL of my other coworkers ate it. I came up with a polite excuse. I do not eat stomach flu bread, even if it looks totally delicious.

I have recently learned that many women puke during labor. This fact may keep me up at night.

I have to do my glucose tolerance test this week. I am…concerned. If there was any justice in the world, I would totally end up diabetic because I eat so much sugar it’s absurd, but I am really hoping for a world free from justice and where I only have to drink that orange crap once because I pass. Either way, I will survive and do what I need to for this baby, but seriously, I’d like to pass.

I desperately want to see Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, but I have no one to see it with and I’m unsure if seeing it alone is a wise idea. We need to move closer to people I know and like.

This weekend has gone by way too quickly, but it’s now 8pm and I need to spend the next hour getting ready for the week ahead. Here’s to hoping for another week without passing out, without anyone in my house puking and with lots of sleep-filled nights. I mean for you guys too, obviously.

3 day weekend. 3 DAY WEEKEND. I’m so happy that I don’t have to work tomorrow. I like my clinical a lot, but I like my weekends more. I don’t know if I will ever prefer to go to work than to lay around the house, I highly doubt it.

So, my cat hates me now. I think he knows about the baby and I think he’s mad. He ADORES my husband. Like, literally as soon as my husband’s ass hits any surface, my cat is on his lap. And he will sleep there for hours. The only time I get any cat love is when my husband is gone for a very long time and my cat is desperate. And even then, it’s not usually for very long. Conversely, my husband’s cat adores me now, which is weird since she’s normally a wretched bitch.

Most of today was spent cleaning, sorting, moving and building things around the house. Though we have 2 bedrooms, we definitely didn’t plan on making the office to nursery transition so soon, so trying to find somewhere to put all the furniture that used to be in the office has been a challenge. Most of it is now in the garage because we just really need the space.

We downsized our bookcase from a HUGE one to a very small one, that I built tonight. And when I was 1 step from finishing, I realized that I put the bottom shelf on upside down, so the unfinished side was looking up. And while it totally never would’ve bothered me, my husband was clearly not on board. So I had to take out like 8 little nails and several screws to fix it. There may have been some serious swearing involved.

My husband today swept the garage (which we never go into) and the patio (which we never go out onto). I literally cannot tell you the last time he swept the bathroom with the cat litter in it. But I’m so glad our garage is now clean. Sometimes his OCD makes zero sense to me.

We did our baby registry today. It took several hours and then several more making about 30 changes to it at home via the internet, but it seems to be mostly done. We did have to make a separate wish list on Amazon because the stroller we chose is not available at Babies R Us. We may end up buying it for ourselves, but that’s a risk we’re willing to take. It’s a really great stroller.

Related: baby stuff is really, really expensive.

After writing last week about waiting for the other shoe to drop, like 3 hours later it kind of did. I was awakened at 1am to the sound of my husband puking, which by the way, is the worst thing I’ve ever woken up to. He appears to have had food poisoning and is now fully recovered, but it was not a pleasant night for either of us. He hadn’t puked in 15 years, I am terrified of puke. We were both pretty miserable.

I really haven’t had any true cravings so far in pregnancy, but I have gotten into food ruts. My current ones are cinnamon and citrus. I bought orange cinnamon rolls last week and almost died from happiness.

Alright, I am tired and have nothing left for you guys. Except a picture of the Shmo in his new bed.

Despite my usual hesitance for the week to start, I’m actually kind of okay with tomorrow being Monday. Aside from the nearly losing consciousness issue, I had a good first week of my clinical and this week I’ll only be in the NICU on Wednesday, so my stress level is pretty low. Also, working from 8 to 5 is SO much nicer than the 8 to 6:30 I was doing last semester. And even though I’m not a morning person 7:30 to 4:30 is kind of glorious.

The only not so glorious part is that I have a small assignment due on Wednesday. It’s not graded per se, but instead of requiring me to do a major inservice for my clinical like most offices do, they’re having me do biweekly write ups of diagnoses I see in clinic or the hospital. It’s much less stress, it’s just a bit more busy work.

In an attempt to get my eating in better control before the upcoming glucose tolerance test later this month, I’m making real food to take for lunch this week. It’s more annoying tonight, but I’m hoping I’ll be grateful when I have good lunches to eat and a little more protein in my diet. We’ll see how long this lasts, but hopefully a little while.

Sometimes I start sentences on these posts, look up at the tv, come back and have NO idea what I was going to tell you.

My husband is totally afraid of the fact that you can now see the baby kick. I think it’s hilarious both to watch and to watch him freak out.

This was a seriously interesting football weekend. I was pretty ambivalent about the Texans/Bengals game and the Giants/Falcons, but the Saints victory was awesome and the Broncos victory was…shocking. I really can only imagine how amazing the Broncos would be if Tebow was a fullback and they had a real quarterback. They would be amazing.

The baby has been killing my cervix today. Every time I try to gently push him up a little bit, he kicks like crazy. Apparently he’s comfortable where he is, thankyouverymuch.

There is a possibility that we could go to the Saints/49ers playoff game next weekend. I feel like it’s one of those once in a lifetime opportunities and I am hesitant to not push ahead with it. Even if it ends up being kind of pricey.

I am very low on things to share with you guys this week, which I think is because I’ve written more than usual lately and because I’ve been pretty extra active on twitter while being really inactive in my real life.

My cat’s food aggression has reached totally new levels of craziness. He will not be deterred and he will cut any bitch that gets in his way. This week he has stollen a Ritz cracker, french fries, an entire muffin that was easily the size of his head and has snuck in and eaten at least half of Karma’s food this week. I really don’t even know how to handle him. Good thing I love him a lot, even though he has totally started to love my husband WAY more than me.

Alright, it has taken me 2 full hours to get this typed out (I have been multi-tasking) and I need to be heading to bed relatively soon. I hope we all have a nice, low stress week.

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a nice holiday season. And all of you who have to take down decorations have my deepest sympathy. Also, this is why I don’t decorate.

Tomorrow we get the first piece of baby furniture for the office that is being converted to a nursery. We’re very fortunate that we’re getting a beautiful crib and dresser set from my sister-in-law, but it has also necessitated an early conversion from office to nursery, which has caused my husband a lot of stress. We’re currently testing the office furniture in the living/dining room and I think I actually like the dvd shelves in the dining room, I’m undecided on the desk.

My husband also invited his mother to “swing by” tomorrow. She’s currently (as usual) on my shit list for laughing at our holiday card. It would be fine if she laughed at the typo, but instead she is laughing at us because we included the baby on the card. You guys, my feelings about this woman are getting more and more intense. And they are not good.

My sister-in-law’s email has a virus, so I keep getting really inappropriate emails from her. It’s…entertaining.

The Cowboys officially did not make it to the playoffs. I am shocked to my core. Not. They didn’t deserve to make it to the playoffs this year, though I’d say Romo put up a good effort considering how many times he’s been injured in the past 2 years. My allegiance is now fully with the Saints. I’d love another Saints Super Bowl win, and watching the Saints break all these records the past few weeks has been tons of fun.

My cat scratched me on the throat last night. I was breaking up a fight between the cats, my cat was all crazy and well, it’s not pretty. And I start my clinical on Tuesday, so that’ll be a nice first impression.

Also, I start my clinical on Tuesday. GAH. This has been the fastest 3 weeks of my entire life. I feel like there was just no real vacation in there. There were (wonderful, fun) trips and errands and car rides and more errands. Only in the past 2 days have I actually gotten to relax and be lazy. And tomorrow will be occupied with family dropping by and laundry. Woe. I don’t want to go back. I mean, I want to try this new setting and I want to be closer to graduation, but I’m really, really going to miss my couch and sleep and low stress life.

I never went and tried out the other stroller this week. I discovered that the store in a town that I thought was close to us is in fact not really close at all. 45 minutes is too far to drive one way to try a stroller. I’ll just go to one of the 10 stores near where my sister is next time I visit her.

Today has been a weird day of internet conflict. And a lot of eye rolling. And A LOT of bad grammar.

I am finding myself suddenly exhausted. I think it’s time for me to retire from the computer for the night. Apologies for all who have to go to work tomorrow and high fives for the rest of us who get to stay home. Have a safe week everyone.

Okay first, barring a complete life meltdown, I will blog 5 days this week. Seriously. I almost promise. I have big plans guys, big plans. Including posting our Holiday card tomorrow in Meghan’s 4th Annual Bloggy Holiday Card Exchange. Except that for you guys I went ahead and changed my stupid stupid typo so that the card says Happy HolidayS instead of Happy Holiday. All my friends receiving cards will be forced to choose a holiday this year. Because I am awesome.

I am finished eating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, at least for the duration of this pregnancy. I can handle a lot of spice, but these just do not agree with my body anymore. Which is kind of sad.

Speaking of pregnancy, which, yes is apparently all I speak about anymore (sorry), Saturday was the half-way mark! This baby will be making his appearance in hopefully a few days shy of 20 weeks from now. And I swear in the last week the belly has grown tremendously. I don’t have a new picture for you tonight purely because of some issues with laziness and my husband not being around to take it, but I’ll try to get one up this week. I still don’t scream pregnant as much as I scream chubby, but I know what’s going on and am at peace with it. Most days.

I watched the finale of The Biggest Loser tonight and I have 2 comments. First, I really, really, really dislike John. I think he basically used his wife to win and pretty much learned nothing except that winning is everything. Which is the opposite of the point of the show. He didn’t go back to work, he didn’t cook. He just worked out all day. He may have won the money, but I think he’s one of the contestants we’ll see in a few years gaining a lot of weight back. And second, they went a whole season without showing puke and then in the finale they showed a preview of the new season including TWO puking episodes. We do not need to see vomit to know that they are working hard.

I really, really enjoyed the Giants and Texans losses today. The Packers one was fun too. I love a good upset, especially when my team isn’t the one being beaten.

The cats seriously missed us this past week. We got home late last night and pretty much went to bed. I was awakened by the Shmo at 1, 2:30, 3:40 and 4:15 because he NEEDED to love me. There was much purring and his signature head rub (where he snuggles in and rubs his head right under your chin). It melts my heart. Though admittedly less so in the middle of the night. Karma has also been extra loving, but that’s not saying much since any evidence of love would be a change for her.

I made smoothies for the first time today. I believe that this is going to become a routine, though I need to find cheaper sources of frozen berries. I may start posting some flavor/ingredient combos that I like. We’ll see. But I can nearly promise you that there will be a new recipe post up this week for something really tasty. It’s a dessert/snacky thing. It is awesome.

Speaking of food, we ate at pretty much every genre of restaurant while we were on vacation in New York. We had Cuban food, Japanese food, Creole/Cajun food, American food, French food and about all the diner food we could handle. I haven’t stepped on a scale yet, but I’m pretty sure the damage is awesome. Good thing my next OB appointment isn’t until next month, I have some time to slow down the weight gain.

Biting into a Lemonhead when you’re expecting a peanut butter m&m is a shock. Also rough on your teeth.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have some vacationing to do.