The Hef

I am significantly larger than I was just a few weeks ago. I'm a language person, but not much of a photo person, so I'll probably just tell about my size. Here it is: On Monday, I wore giant pants with an elastic band--pulled almost up to my armpits--and I LOVED it. On my way in to school, I saw my principal and I apologized for channeling my inner Hugh Hefner; I really looked like I was in my pjs. She's laid back and told me that I looked fine. My darling husband told me that I looked like I had worn a sweat suit to school. I don't look to him for fashion advice.

We're taking childbirth class. It is not fun. It lasts for 2 1/2 hours (!!!!) on Sunday nights and there are some weird people in it. I'm a little scared that someday I'm going to teach the children of these people. The nice part of the class--for me--is that the moms get to sit in cushy recliners. The dads sit in barely padded chairs, so I think Derek finds the 2 1/2 hours much longer than I do. I'm not completely certain that the recliners are terribly stable, though, because in the middle of one relaxation exercise my recliner started to tip over. Derek caught me, but my muffled giggles made it a little bit hard to concentrate on relaxing.

Pregnancy has been pretty easy, with one exception. I'm having food issues. I'm not really craving or avoiding any particular foods, but I can't really count on what I am going to want to eat from meal to meal. This is hard on me because I truly love to eat. It has been disconcerting to get to meal time and not be able to figure out what I want. The one funny thing is that I have a serious sweet tooth that doesn't seem to be letting up. When I went to the grocery store on Saturday, I bought two kinds of ice cream (which I have never, ever done in my life), two kinds of M&Ms (plain and peanut, of course) and cookies. That's as many sweet things as I used to buy in six months. On a quick trip after school on Tuesday, I added Reese's Peanut Butter eggs to our stash of sweets. In the interest of full disclosure, Reese's Peanut Butter eggs are my favorite candy and I buy bags of them at Easter every year. I also ALWAYS open them in the car and eat two or three before I get home. So eating peanut butter eggs is not due to pregnancy, but the two kinds of ice cream I totally blame on pregnancy. I think Derek loved having a house full of candy, cookies and ice cream.

The kids at school think that asking about the new baby is the best way to avoid learning Spanish. One girl is convinced that I should let her name our baby (um, no). Another girl yelled out one day that she thought that Peaches would be a great name for the baby. Luckily, one of her classmates pointed out that, "Peaches sounds like a stripper name." Because we would have named our child "Peaches."

That's about all I've got for now. I might go have a bowl of ice cream...or some peanut butter eggs.