We leave this morning for a long drive to Mississippi. I'm frankly dreading it. Once we get there, we'll have a lovely time with my sister, her children (including the wee niece I haven't met yet), my father and stepmother, and all my father's family. They're a delight, let me tell you.
We spent most of yesterday and last night getting ready. I think I washed, dried, folded, and put away (or packed) at least five loads of laundry. That's six loads more than I really wanted to do. I also ran out to the maternity store because certain of my few remaining non-maternity clothes felt rather uncomfortable. Turns out that my, um, girls have grown about 4 sizes. The store doesn't carry anything close to my band size in the appropriate cup size, so we had to go up TWO band sizes and buy the largest cup in that size, then fasten it on the tightest clip. We're barely hanging in here. Now I understand why I've felt so uncomfortable.
I also bought a pair of maternity spanx. I don't know what they're actually called, but whatever. I have a couple of really cute maternity dresses, but wearing any dress or skirt without shorts or something underneath is for the birds. And I bought a couple of belly bands (some of the maternity pants are too big, and none of my non-maternity jeans are comfortable) and an adorable navy blue sweater dress with a white color.
The upside is that compared to the same bunch of purchases in a normal store, maternity clothes are pretty cheap. Bra was half what I expected, dress was $15, belly bands were less than half-price; only the spanx really cost what I expected.
Anyway, yesterday ended on a very productive note. I slept like the dead for once, truly exhausted, and woke as usual at 4:30 this morning cursing my body for waking me.
And a story to underscore that I am definitely pregnant:
This morning, my tummy started rumbling, so I walked down to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat to tide me over. The table of offering looked less than thrilling, so I ordered a sausage biscuit with gravy. The man served it to me in the to-go container, but before passing it over the counter to me, asked, "Anything else?"
"No," he laughed, "Well, actually, I do have some in the back. Do you want some?"
"Is it cooked?" I asked, because cooked spinach is re. volt. ing.
It must have shown on my face, because he said it was raw and ran off to fetch what turned out to be about a half-pound of spinach leaves.
Thus I find myself at my desk this morning facing a styrofoam tray of spinach, gravy, and a biscuit with sausage. I don't want to like the spinach; I really don’t. But I want it.
That's one way to get your greens for the day! lolReplyDelete
lol, I figure I MUST be needing some spinach for THAT to look or sound appetizing.ReplyDelete
...and the cravings begin.ReplyDelete
During this last pregnancy I craved Crawfish Ettoufee. My poor husband was very busy making ettoufee every week. A couple of weeks ago, we had a crawfish boil and I'm back to my usual, "No, I don't like crawfish." But boy, Debra ate crawfish like no tomorrow. :)
Are you still visiting family? I hope the trip is good! As soon as you see this, PLEASE email me with your mailing address at blesseday at gmail dot com, so i can mail the skirt and lullaby tapes to you! i am leaving sat for a week, and i hate to think of what the quiet, damp house will do to the skirt while i am gone! : )ReplyDelete