Sunday, December 14, 2008

Plastic and Pop Tarts

First, I would like to apologize for being absentee and not updating as regularly as I should have been. With the maid always moving my laptop while cleaning the compound and the personal masseuse feeding me bon bons in between rub sessions, it has been challenging to find some time to reflect. But, alas! I fired them both so I could be a more accurate pregnancy blog updater. No need to thank me now...

Before I delve into the changes the past few months have awarded me, I must admit that my over the top humorous self has transformed itself somewhat into ultra sensitive, emotional chick. I like to refer to myself as EmoPrego for short. If my blogs take on more of an "awwww" rather than a"ha", please blame the hormones and forgive me until bits and pieces of my sarcasm resurface.

While rummaging through old photos, I came across one that I felt was imperative to share with my blog buds. This photo was taken in SF during a family weekend and could the photo speak, you would have heard me saying that "this is as close as I will get to having a baby". It is obvious that I knew nothing about child birth at the ripe age of 27 as the plastic baby (I have NO idea why this plastic doll is in a hotel with me however) is coming out the wrong way. Let's hope this isn't a sign of exits to come...


Cravings or excuses?

I must speak a bit about how growing a human has effected my nutrition preferences. It is not a myth ladies and gentlemen. Lucky for me however, I did not fall victim like some unlucky others who crave dirt, candles, or other non edible delicacies. I crave simple things. Pop Tarts, cheese, chocolate, and anything resembling bread. Unfortunately for me, my love for vegetables and other health items has takes a short hiatus. Not to say that I don't occasionally indulge in a broccoli dish...um...cheese covered casserole. I eat my veggis...I do...just not like I used to. Sorry mom. The Pop Tart obsession did get pretty severe during the first few months and I almost started to count the cherry flavored ones as my daily serving of fruit.

Coming home from work one day yielded a surprise no pregnant, desperately craving Pop Tarts woman could ever forget. A Pop Tart Tower compliments of my baby daddy.


If you think you have the greatest husband on Earth, this is where we disagree. I will never again look at a Pop Tart without tears welling up in my eyes. See, here comes the Emo.

1 comment:

jessika said...

This "tower" almost brought a tear to MY EYE!