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.
all my friends are preggers at the moment and they are all getting such guilt complexes about eating. I haven’t been pregnant YET, but I think you’ve got 9 months to really GO FOR IT (and by go for it, I mean EAT WHATEVER YOU WANT, with exception of what you aren’t allowed to eat). I mean you are eating for TWO (but why not pretend it’s like THREE or FOUR). Yer gonna bust yer butt as soon as the baby is out, yer probably gonna feel fat if you gain 10lbs more of 40lbs more, so why not just be FAT & HAPPY for 9 months. The constant struggle between guilt & happiness when it comes to food and women is so sad to me especially when women are pregnant. EAAAAATTTTT IT!!!!!
LOVE middleswarth chips! are you from central PA?
Originally from Northeastern Pennsylvania, but live in Southern Delaware now – I actually had those Middleswarth suckers SHIPPED here so I could indulge, LOL.
“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.”
Thank you for this. I laughed all the way through it.
I just googled that… it was Hilarious.