Of course, I had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
I never want to have to wear pants again.
Pants and I didn’t get along so good prior to this and now they are just my nemesis.
I fully expected all kinds of bodily changes but I certainly didn’t expect them so quickly.
I’m two sizes up in regular clothing and finally made my foray into maternity gear.
Sometimes I laugh.
And sometimes I cry.
If it’s like this now, what will it be like a month from now?
Six months from now?
I’m scared to even think about it.
But none of this seems to bother the peanut.
I suppose the P is just making room to dance in there.
And man can those happy feet dance.
First of all, I was not expecting FEET this week.
Last week there were only nubbins for legs.
And this week that little cherry pit was doing a little dance during the ultrasound!
I imagine it was a surge of energy from all the stuffins’ and pie.
And oh so much chocolate.
I basically ate chocolate almond brittle for breakfast until I had a massive craving for salad at lunch.
I almost never crave salad these days.
So I had
one two huge plates of salad to appease the belly.
And I’ll take any greens I can muster because I spent the rest of the weekend making fudge.
Of the peanut butter variety.
And then because that didn’t quite do it for me, a batch of the rich, cocoa kind.
And then I set to work on my top secret Christmas Cookie Contest Recipe.
Were you expecting a picture?
I said it was top secret.
Kind of like the Peanut.
For now, anyway.