Dear God,

I have made it this far.  And I’ve gained weight.  I’ve let it happen (albeit, I haven’t been the most graceful abou tit), and now that we’re nearing the end of this little journey, I wonder..

.. why am I suddenly wanting to eat everything in sight? 

What kind of cruelty is this?  It’s not enough that I had to shelve my natural caloric-counting habits, and had to eat balanced meals (that included MILK, God.. I TOTALLY DRANK MILK FOR THIS KID), and for most of second trimester, I couldn’t exercise.  Do you know the joy I felt when I visited the doctor at my last appointment and hadn’t gained anything?  Do you KNOW?! 

And I’m craving things that I don’t normally crave.  Sweets, for one.  God, I’m craving sweets.  I don’t do sweets.  Give me some bacon any day.  But dear Lord.. I had a bag of Reese’s Pieces at the movie last night.  And I am ashamed to admit this, but the caloric count on the bag was split into SIX SERVINGS A BAG.  I’m going to be a whale!

I won’t even mention the giant canister of spanish peanuts and candy corn that my mother sent me.  I have refrained from licking salt from the inside.. thus far.

I am still drinking water.  I am still walking when it gets cool enough.  I am still parking in the back parking lot (without complaint, even!).  I am still carrying catering up to our events.

WHY HAS MY APPETITE CHANGED?! 

Oh, and ANOTHER thing.. what’s up with this heartburn?  I’ve eaten Hot Damn sauce and hot wings and thai-phoon shrimp and everything else I love up until a few weeks ago.. now ANYTHING makes me ill.  WHY?!  Why must you take away the foods I love, and replace them with CANDY?! 

On another note, thanks for the healthy baby.  He’s quite the fighter.  Even now, he’s doing some karate routine in my ribcage.

Someone sent me this quote the other day, God.  “A ship under sail and a big-bellied woman are the handsomest two things that can be seen common.” Benjamin Franklin said that.  So be nice to him.  For me.

Love,
Sarah

Whew.

Yesterday was, indeed, two days in one.  There has been scuttlebutt of a job offer in a completely different industry, and yesterday was so harried and crazy that I almost called and said, “I don’t care what the terms are.. HIRE ME.”

But I didn’t.  And today is another day.

I cooked a fabulous meal last night while Bryan cut the grass.  We are so domestic.  I kept ogling him while he was mowing.  I just think it’s so hot when a man does yardwork.  I guess I’m a pretty base animal that way.  After dinner, we visited Rave to see SuperBad.. which I wasn’t impressed with, sadly.  I so LOVED Knocked Up and really hoped it would be that knee-slapping funny, but it just wasn’t. (To me.  I’ve been told that it touches a very male funny bone.) I was, however, completely enthralled by the raw acting chops of a certain McLovin.  I never tire of new talent on the screen, and he made me laugh a lot.

What I did enjoy last night was the thrill of a date night in the middle of the week.  As stupid as that sounds, we were giddy like teenagers again.  We had the theatre to ourselves, practically, and the requisite cherry coke and candy only added to the high.  We sat up at the very top, and cuddled, and nuzzled, and just enjoyed eachother.

Then we came home and recorded our first podcast.  Isn’t that exciting?  Now, what do we do with it?  The new MacBook has some awesome software called GarageBand, which I took to like a fish to water (it is JUST like what we used in radio), but it only saves in a .band format.  Which ISN’T A REAL FORMAT.  I’m going to play with it more tonight (I’m not quite done cleaning it yet), and hopefully I’ll have had some .band to .mp3 revelation by then.

Because Lord forbid you people be spared our ramblings.