- One giant ear of corn slathered in butter (no salt, I didn't want to bloat up, lol)
- One small bierock, which they charged $4.50 for
- One giant smoked polish sausage with peppers, onions and tomatoes. Uh, it was a footlong, Yes, I ate it all. Plus a diet coke. Yes, diet. lol.
- One caramel apple with nuts
- One funnel cake with powdered sugar
I also bought a box of extremely overpriced salt water taffy. It wasn't the best. So that stunk. On the way home we decided to stop at a mom and pop fruit stand. I bought no less than:
- One jumbo cherry cider slushie (made with real cherry juice)
- One bag of really good salt water taffy for CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP
- One bag of old fashioned jelly fruit slices, watermelon
- One big basket of red plums
Random pregnancy thoughts...
"Pregnancy isn't for wimps."
I've been saying that for my entire pregnancy.
I guess I have felt like this whole thing has been entirely too easy. I have been bracing myself for a long time for the hard stuff to start. Most recently, I have been wondering when the freak out stage begins. You know, the "GET THIS KID OUT OF ME!!!" stage where women take to drinking all sorts of gross things, rubbing stinky lotions on their bellies, or other entirely gross options I wont even talk about (and I don't mean sex, lol.). Granted, I'm just about 38 weeks along, so I have some time to develop this weird reaction, but I just don't see it happening.
Sure I'm uncomfortable. Sure I've been forced to sleep in a recliner chair for the past 6 weeks at least. Sure my once loose slip on shoes are now uncomfortably tight from my swollen sea cows -- also known as feet. Isn't this all just part of it? Really though, it ain't so bad.
I've been very lucky. My only bouts with nausea were in the second trimester. Which on a side note, were hilarious to me, if a little bit frightening. I had two or three occasions where I had an exorcist like reaction to a bad smell and threw up all over my coffee table, clean laundry, and the couch. Needless to say, the furniture did not move with us to Kansas this summer.
In May I had a scare when I tripped on my dogs cage and fell like a ton a bricks onto my belly and knees. Now that was a BIG freak out session! Everything was fine though. No contractions, no bleeding.
I guess I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know?
Labor scares me. It truly does.
Also, if it is at all possible, I am sort of in denial that in a matter of days I'll be a mom. Like, this huge belly has SOMETHING in it, and I might want to start thinking about how to take care of this little meatloaf. I'm half joking when I say that, but part of me I think it still sort of in denial!
The past 9 months have gone by so stinking fast. Especially the last few months. Good golly.
I'm so excited to see what she looks like. My husband has black hair and grey eyes, whereas I have brownish hair and hazel eyes. Is she gonna have lots of dark hair or be a total bald baby like I was?
I think it was at my 6 month ultrasound that the tech told me she had big feet. Which one, gave me a complex because I have big feet and I was imagining my poor girl to have freak feet. LOL. It will be okay though if she does. ;)
I'm guessing she will be totally screwed and have a very fair complexion like I do. My husband is of Native American heritage, so he gets very dark in the summer, whereas I just burn and freckle away.
One of the main things I have been praying about is that she is a happy child. My husband and I both grew up in dysfunctional households, and were quite angry and moody kids and teenagers. I don't want to get into the details, but I'll just say that it was bad, quite bad, for both of us growing up. It has taken me a long time to realize that I don't have to be angry anymore. I hope and pray that my daughter is brought up with much joy and love. Peace and security. Acceptance and patience. We sure weren't, and it really does take a toll on your personality when you grow up lacking those fundamental things.
So it is only a matter of days now! Things are getting exciting!!