I think perhaps, at least for the time being, food will be a strong theme in our life. Considering every morning like clockwork I wake at 3am with the insistent sensation of hunger, like a small woodland animal scratching desperately in my stomach: FEED MEEEEEEE!!!! And I usually just get up to pee (for the 3rd time that night) and go back to sleep. By the time I wake up the little critter has fainted from hunger and I can leisurely choose breakfast, which for the last few mornings has consisted of a giant bowl of Corn Pops, yum!
Yesterday, running late for a meeting in Orange, I had stopped at Mc Donalds for fries, knowing that that would sit pretty well. And, just as a whim I ordered a Fish Fillet sandwich and a, very naughty, regular coke. As I'm driving away I open up the steaming sandwich box, pick up the sandwich, bring it to my mouth and take a bite and wait. Wait for the wave of revulsion that will make me spit out my bite into my hand. But no. It was fishy ambrosia! I could have eaten 7 of these delectable things! I was shocked and amazed considering no one knows what kind of fish it is, if it even IS fish... There's no accounting for a pregnant lady's taste.
And now today there is snow. I've got a ham to cook and will be heading out to the grocery store for some last minute staples to tide us over the next couple of days. The prospect of bringing up the grocery bags one by one up our snowy stairs isn't great, but I'm trying to adhere to the 20 lbs or less rule.
Tonight is New Years. We have Jenga and DVDs and books. We'll have munchies and quiet kitty company. And sparkling white grape juice. And great expectations. And a little tiny flutter of a heartbeat in me that is not my own. And lots of love. Wow. What a gift.
Happy New Year everyone!
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