Yesterday was my daughter’s 4th birthday and I cannot tell you how aghast I am at how the time has flown by. It seems like just a year ago that my darling little girl was chilling in my uterus, much like Baby Jack is right now, yet here we are some 1460 days later. That, obviously, is how I spent my entire week: preparing for the onslaught of Clifford the Big Red Dog everything (and I’m talking everything; party streamers, balloons, tablecloths, napkins, cups, hats, CONFETTI – which I’m still sweeping up and painfully bending over to pick up, piece by piece by piece – cake that I suffered over making myself and almost ruined; it’s all been done).
And after all was said and done – a complete and utter thrilling success in every facet – we woke up today and little girlfriend was sick. Running a fever, having a sore throat and tired eyes sick. I’m just so glad that she was able to hold off for one day before getting sick. Clifford would have been heartbroken if she missed her party, and so would she.
In another vein, all I did was eat this week. Eat, eat, eat. Oh, did I mention eat? Because I did. Too much. Too much pasta, Cheez-Its, chips (the bane of my existence), gumbo, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, mocha lattes from Starbucks, homemade red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting – the list goes on and on. Mm, and on. I’m not, you know, condoning binge eating during pregnancy, and I’m not saying that pregnancy is an excuse to eat
because honestly, I don’t think anyone really needs an excuse to eat, but I’m finding it easier to justify pigging out than I normally would have otherwise. I mean, there’s only three more months that I can do this before I have to resume to actually kicking my ass in the gym exercising like I did pre-pregnancy. That, and not eating two 7/8 ounce bags of Middleswarth BBQ potato chips in one sitting instead of two. Oops!
Finally, I Googled “pregnant woman eating” for a photo to run with this piece, and all I saw everywhere were pregnant women pigging out on apples, grapes, granola, and whole-grain whatever.
Then I LAUGHED.