Arguably, there are many important things that I should
probably catch you up on. But, alas, I must take a moment to tell you about my
ice cream last night. Since getting pregnant (well, really since my second
trimester when food was once again appealing), I cannot get enough ice cream.
It’s almost disgusting. It’s been my sex since pregnancy – even when I think I’m not in the mood for it, if I
cave, it is oh so exactly what I needed. When I want it, I want it. Afterwards,
I just want to savor it and sleep. Don’t talk to me, don’t ask me to do
anything. Just let me enjoy the aftermath of my ice cream. So last night my
younger sister, Laura (and future Godmother of Baby), dropped off a Friendly’s
Reece’s Pieces sundae on her way home from her 12-hour shift. Bless her.
Friendly’s is THE place to get ice cream on Long Island. At least in my
opinion. Take out is best because then you can avoid all the chaos and the children
and the hot dogs that are the restaurant. But even so, it’s worth it. So last
night I scarfed down what I hope was a three-scoop and not a five-scoop sundae
and felt as if I was in heaven. Baby loved it about two hours later and even
mommy, tasting it over and over again thanks to the heartburn that has recently
begun, (another thing no one ever tells you about when you become pregnant)
smiled every time Baby kicked. I imagined each kick as a, “Thank you Mom! That
was delic!”
Tonight is my twin sister, Michele’s, baby shower. She is
due in less than 4 weeks. (Yes I currently envy/hate her for that). It’s her
fourth child – possibly her fourth boy although we are all hoping for a little
pink bundle this time. (I haven’t yet explained to you my obsession with having a girl, but I am sure we will get to that.
I may be avoiding it because of all the negative response I may get when people
learn of my absolute need for this baby to be a girl. But that is to be
continued…) I am excited for Michele’s shower. In this family, we host a shower
(or at least a “sprinkle”) for every baby that is born. Why should just the
first baby get recognized with nice, new things? She doesn’t know about it and
she likely will be a bit ticked off at me but that’s just tough. She’s said
that for the last two pregnancies and we’ve gotten over it.
Thanks to my successful shopping trip yesterday, I even have
something to wear tonight that I may not feel appalling in. Turns out, the more
you are willing to pay for clothes, the cuter they will tell you you look in
them. White House Black Market – highly recommended. I even bought a dress for
my own baby shower. Problem is – don’t know when or where that will be. I
called Laura (aka ice cream delivery sister) and asked her how she can arrange
for me to be in said dress for my
shower. She will take it from me tonight (along with matching boots and
coordinating jewelry) and keep it with her until I need it. Voila – solution.
Sometimes things are simpler than they seem.
I’d love to write more but Baby is hungry – what else is
new?! Sometimes, especially when I am writing, I forget for just a few moments
that I am pregnant. But then, as happened now, I catch a quick, internal kick
to the vagina to remind me that yes, there is
something growing inside of me that does not
like to be ignored. Baby and Mommy already have something in common ;)
96 days to go!!!
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