Archive for January, 2008

what we eat

Jamie Oliver is Marc’s hero - he just killed a chicken in front of 4 million TV viewers and a studio audience. This was in the name of educating the masses as to where our food comes from. A growing number of children (and adults, for that matter) have no idea where their food actually [...]

Thinking about baby names while listening to dance music…

We’ve got about 3 and-a-half months to go - I honestly couldn’t imagine being here last September. 9 months seemed like an eternity - but, I am a terrible pregnant lady - I knew I would be. Anyway, almost to the third trimester. It’s time to start heading towards a name. Honestly, this is our [...]

mushy

While leaving our friend’s house last night after a great dinner - thanks Katherine! - I noticed their 16-month-old son’s jean jacket hanging at the entrance with all the other coats. And before I could stop myself I blurted out “oh how cute!” in a higher-than-acceptable-around-adults-voice and Marc concurred “oh, it’s so small!”.
So, either our [...]

the hormones have reared their ugly, sobbing heads

So, I cried yesterday. Shed actual tears over a taco salad.
I was out at a dentist appointment and picked up lunch for Marc and me on the way home. I went to, what used to be, my favorite veggie restaurant, Mr Natural. (you won’t be getting a link here because I no longer support their [...]

my last indulgence…for a while anyway.

Ever since I was given the order to gain weight before Thanksgiving I have diligently done what I could… ranch dressing, cookies, pie, cookies, chocolate, milk shakes, cookies… and have caught up to the “appropriate weight gain” so, sadly it’s time to leave my new BFFs in favor of good-for-me-and-the-baby foods - only… with maybe [...]

holidays

Marc and I just got back from a two week trip for the holidays in the Bay Area, Truckee and Fresno. It was a whirlwind - we never stopped - yet didn’t see half of the people we had hoped to. The kid faired well throughout the trip except for the plane ride from San [...]

no touchy : part 2

OK Tim, you were right. Now that the belly is full-fledged I don’t mind the touching as much. So, I’ve revised the message shirt a bit:

I’m still afraid of strangers touching me… but, let’s be honest, Marc and I don’t leave the house all that often, so, I should be relatively safe.
Listening: some song from [...]


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