Goals and such (food-related) (not health-related)
What Are Your Favorite . . . Maternity Stores
(This is what I like to call a “stream of consciousness blog post. I’m just writing thoughts. It’s pretty scattered. You were warned.)
I have certain goals that I set for when I return home to chicagoland for a little family time.
Most of them involve food.
And they are pretty much the same if I’m pregnant or not.
It is practically a requirement that I eat at :
Egg Harbor Cafe
having sprinkle donuts from The Cake Box bakery in Zion
binging on dot/sprinkle cookies from a bakery in Wheaton
(are you sensing a trend?)
eating a bowl or four of Lucky Charms (at 4:10a if pregnant, at 9:00a if not pregnant)
I accomplished each and every one of these goals. In fact, I even had Portillos twice! A true gift!
Justin calls my family the “Re-pedersens” since we repeat the same restaurants all the time. That’s my maiden name with the “re” added to it. We had a handful that we ate at when my parents owned a home in South Carolina. And we pretty much stick to the same pizza spot in Wisconsin as well.
What can I say? We know what we like.
The rest of my time spent at home was an absolute dream. I had a lovely time visiting my long-lost sister (remember her? the peace-er outer?) at her fantastic little apartment in downtown Chicago. Girlfriend could not have picked a better location. I got to see my kitten nephews too and that’s always a pleasure.
My mom and sister threw me a lovely shower over the weekend. It was my second baby shower. Both were absolutely, heart-warmingly sweet. I feel so dang humbled that people care to celebrate this tiny baby.
I grabbed dinner with my brother the night before I left. It was great, as usual, to see him and spend some quality time together. He’s sort of half baby whisperer half animal whisperer so I’m pretty excited for him to come visit his nephew once he’s born. He doesn’t know it yet, but he will be the person to hand the baby to if the baby is crying. It must be something about his tender heart that translates through his touch to the baby or animal. It’s pretty much fool proof.
I posted a photo of him and I on Instagram and I was practically blushing reading some of the comments from women fawning after him! He’s a good lookin’ dude, so I don’t blame them. He also likes cats (has 2) and loves long walks on the beach . . .wait a second. This is starting to sound wrong.
Anyway, I flew home on Tuesday and realized that it was the last flight I’ll probably ever take by myself. Of course, if Justin wants to whisk me away on a vacation without the kids one day, I won’t object. But I can pretty much guarantee that ain’t happening. And I’m not doggin’ on my husband either. He just ain’t a whisker.
Speaking of whiskers, did I tell you he started shaving with a straight razor? It’s quite the process. He looks pretty manly when he does it-has the towel tied around his waist, brushes his face with the shaving cream, and sharpens the razor with the leather strop. It’s overflowing with manliness.
I’m usually sitting nearby either watching him shave, or inspecting my belly for stretch marks. I’d say it’s probably the top scene that I’d want filmed if we had a reality show. I have literally no idea why my sister would always complain that we were “boring”.
I finally look pregnant enough that people are becoming super helpful. I barely have to lift a finger at the airport. It’s quite nice. I’m very appreciative. It’s funny though, because as soon as you see a mom with a screaming child people run in the opposite direction. I guess as long as the child is contained and muffled they like you.
I made a pretty stupid decision on the airplane and decided to sit between two huge men with broad shoulders. What on earth was I thinking? I wrote all my thank you notes in flight, and since both men practically spilled into my seat, I felt like we were writing them together. I should have said, “love, us”.
I weirdly am looking forward to the first really uncomfortable interaction between my belly and a stranger. I just want to soak in the awkward. I can’t explain it.
I’m thinking about starting a new acronym. I wonder if you’ll help me get it popular? It’s “CTG”. It stands for “consult the google”. It just sounds better than telling someone to “google it”. It’s a little bit more refined, perhaps even a tiny bit sarcastic if you prefer, but I think it has a nice ring to it, don’t you?
Here it is used in a sentence.
“Sarah, how can I find out whether cats control their tails, or if the movement is involuntary?”
“Well Mary, I would CTG.”
as opposed to
“Well Mary, why don’t you google it, ya dope?”
See? CTG just sounds better. Anyway, let me know if you use it and how it goes for you.
At this point I’d venture to guess I’ve lost about 25 “readers” since this post was an unedited peek into how my brain works. It’s time to shut it down.