It’s a gorgeous weekend, here in the Huntsvegas. The boys are at a football game, which I’ve decided to sit out of, due to pregnancy and all. I’m sitting in my house, trying to figure out what I need to get done in the next two weeks, before the baby gets here.
Oh, and hating myself for being so lazy BEFORE this point.
Are you ready for the most gross thing you’ve ever heard? (Okay, well, for some of you, this is not even a drop in the bucket.) Last night, while picking up the refill of my prenatal vitamins (which I kept calling my birth control all night!), I decided I was hungry. And wanted a bacon cheeseburger. That was what I wanted, and there was no getting around it. (Truth be told, I wanted a Royal Robin burger.. with a fried egg on top.. mmm.)
I went to Wendy’s and proceed to eat the following:
OHMYGOD. I just knew I was going to be so ill. But I never was. Tony takes after his momma in some aspects, I suppose. That, and it was my first meal since breakfast. (Judge if you’d like, but the child kicks my innards all day. It’s very hard to eat when your stomach is being poked from the inside.)
Hmmmm…I can HEAR the arteries hardening hear in Oregon! But no matter–you will so run off every last calorie once Tony makes his grand appearance, and no one looks cuter than you eating a baconator!
Honey, I don’t think I even chewed the damn thing. And I purchased the nuggets for my dogs, but they didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. It was truly one for the books.
But yes.. running will quickly resume post-baby!