When Pregnancy Cravings Strike...

As my work-day ended yesterday afternoon, my rush to get home was sped-up a bit by the looming thunder and dark clouds that hovered over downtown. I generally am not a fan of getting rained on, so I hurried out the door with the hope that I'd make it to my car and home before the downpour happened. No such luck. As soon as I hit the lobby of my building, the lightening began and thunder boomed, and the raindrops started falling. It wasn't too bad though, and I figured I'd make it home before things got really nasty.

Then I made it to the top of the mountain, and traffic slowed to a near-halt. It was raining pretty hard, with drops pelting my windshield and great flashes of lightening happening all around me. Just then, I remembered that I have to pass the Piggly Wiggly on my way home from work. At that moment, I realized that I had to have some fried chicken for dinner. There just wasn't any way around it.

So, I slowed as I passed by the Pig and tried to find a parking spot in front of the building, where I'd be spared a large portion of the ginormous raindrops that were falling at an alarming rate. Hmm... no spots available. One appeared at the corner of the entrance to the building, not quite as convenient - but doable. I parked in the spot, and sat there for a minute. Did I really need fried chicken for dinner enough to brave the rainstorm, thunder and lightening that was occurring outside my car? Thoughts of this began to swirl inside my head...

Man that fried chicken was good.

Most of the "how big is baby" pictures that I've posted have not been cute. This week, however, Franklin is a rather adorable (and yummy) butternut squash:

Mmm... if I lived in Atlanta a trip to Figo de Pasta would be in my very near future. We will see the first real glimpse of Franklin's features (and the first ultrasound in almost 10 weeks!) on Monday!!! Only two days until we see that sweet face. I can't wait!

Just Another Morning in the Long Household....

6:00 AM. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Frank's alarm goes off for the first time.

7:00 AM BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Frank's alarm goes off for the 10th time.

Those of you who know my husband may be under the impression that he's an early riser. Apparently, however, that only applies to the weekends, when he hops out of bed raring to go at 6 AM on Saturday and Sunday, while I huff and puff and roll over to try to go back to sleep (because, seriously, there are no husbands who can actually get out of bed without waking their wives).

This morning was no different, and when Frank finally shot out of bed in a panic at 7:30 AM both Franklin and I were also jolted awake. So I suppose things were going to be a bit off-kilter today. Frank got ready for work and left at a decent time, and I began my morning routine. At some point, I realized that Frank had forgotten his glasses, which was odd. A quick blackberry message to him and we'd arranged for me to bring them to work (we work across the street from each other).

I finished getting ready for work, and headed to our kitchen table to gather my bag and keys. Because I am aware that pregnant women are notorious for absentmindedness and for losing things, like keys, I place my keys and bag on the kitchen table every single night when I come in to prevent the infuriating search for keys as I try to head out the door in the morning. Today, however, when I went to reach for my keys--they weren't there. I'd come home a little later last night following dinner with friends, but was certain that I'd put my keys on the table - like I always do. After all, I'm a big fan of the routine, a creature of habit, am methodical to the point of obsession. So, because it's a little later than I'd like and I'm pretty busy at work, the panic sets in... where did I put my keys? Darn this baby brain! I search from room to room - they aren't in the bedroom drawer, or the laundry hamper, or the medicine cabinet, or the den in the tray - or in the study on the desk. They aren't in the door (did that one day last week for about an hour). They didn't fall on the floor, and they aren't in my bag. What did I do with them?!? By this time, it's been about 15 minutes and I'm starting to sweat and am getting upset. I just don't have the time this morning to wait for Frank to drive all the way back to the house to pick me up because I stupidly lost my keys.

As a last resort, I phone Frank. He picks up, although I'm on speaker phone. "Hey, any idea where my keys might be?" I ask. "Well, I used them to unlock the door this morning." He replies. This sets off a stream of words that I choose not to repeat, and that will result in a mouth full of soap should Franklin ever decide to utter them. "Where the ___ did you put my keys!!?" I ask. (At this point I am no longer on speakerphone) - "Hold on, hold on, I just remembered that I didn't use them to unlock the door, I used my own! It's not my fault." He replied. Just in case, while we're still on the phone, I open the kitchen drawer where we stash keys. There, lovingly placed with all of the other random keys in the house, are my car keys. I relay their location to my hubby, and he just giggles.

Thank goodness I have a sense of humor, and find my husband's giggling rather charming.

Tomorrow we attend our all-day prenatal class at our hospital. I cannot wait to watch Frank put a diaper on a baby doll. Happy Friday!

Top Ten Things You Don't Say to Pregnant Women

Here's my Top Ten List of things that you should never say to a pregnant woman (especially your almost 7 months pregnant wife):

1. Did you finish that bag of cookies yet?
2. You can't have Indian food until you eat that frozen Indian dinner that's been in the freezer for the past few months.
3. Well honey, it was time for your face to look pregnant...
4. Your nose isn't that big...
5. I thought you bought that french onion dip for me?
6. Can you pick up some ice, I need a cocktail.
7. I don't need to read What to Expect, BabyWise, Moms on Call, Happiest Baby on the Block, etc. - that's why I have you.
8. I'll get around to it, eventually.
9. Stop buying baby clothes.
10. "Wow, (XYZ wife of friend who had a baby about 9 months ago) sure looks good," (and following death glare from wife), "Well, I mean, I just have hope now."

Hugs to you honey, I'm aware one of the reasons we work so well together is because I have thick skin (and vice versa). Happy Friday!

Get over it....

Today is Get Over it Day, the halfway point between Valentine's Day and April Fool's Day. In honor of the day, I thought I'd post the poem on the special day's website:
I'm so totally over it.

Oh Happy Day!

Today, I picked up my long-awaited Girl Scout Cookie order!

Get in my B-E-L-L-Y!

I Heart Fashionista....

So the Fashionista blog posted this on Monday:

Hilarious.

http://www.fashionista.com/