Cute, no?
Only my third online purchase of the day. The other two were for the BHE, so I thought I deserved a little some'in-some'in.I can't get too fat for bags!
Can I?
Love,
Fluffy
25.3.08
Sorry, AMEX
Dear Diary,
Cute, no?
Only my third online purchase of the day. The other two were for the BHE, so I thought I deserved a little some'in-some'in.
I can't get too fat for bags!
Can I?
Love,
Fluffy
Cute, no?
Only my third online purchase of the day. The other two were for the BHE, so I thought I deserved a little some'in-some'in.I can't get too fat for bags!
Can I?
Love,
Fluffy
21.3.08
Slow Week, Gossip-Wise
Dear Diary,
I wish I had something interesting to report. But I don't, so here are some randoms.
- We are in the middle of getting our kitchen redone. I would post some before photos, but I don't want to remember what the kitchen looked like before. Suffice it to say that it was old and bad, and a source of great shame and frustration for me.
- We are not B & B people, the Windovers. This has led to some awkward moments with innkeepers when we try to explain that we will only be requiring the first B, thank you. It seems to leave them perplexed and crestfallen. I have a lot more to say on the B & B subject, but it will have to wait for a later date.
- Does anyone really know what the hell Maundy Thursday is anyway? I did not observe.
- I ate a subway turkey sub today, with unapologetic disregard for the remote possibility of listeriosis poisoning. I also have stopped taking my vitamins. They make me gag, OK? My own OB said she didn't bother taking vitamins. GET OFF MY BACK, PEOPLE. (Yes, I realize that nobody is actually on my back, and that it is my own guilt that makes me so defensive. I'll work it out in therapy.)
- My brother is turning 40 next week. So what's that make me? Ha, still only 32.
- Must get Easter candy, stat.
- Must buy a carrot cake for Easter festivities Sunday, and mess up the frosting so I can pass it off as home-made.
That's all for now. Happy Holy Week!
Love,
Fluffy
I wish I had something interesting to report. But I don't, so here are some randoms.
- We are in the middle of getting our kitchen redone. I would post some before photos, but I don't want to remember what the kitchen looked like before. Suffice it to say that it was old and bad, and a source of great shame and frustration for me.
- We are not B & B people, the Windovers. This has led to some awkward moments with innkeepers when we try to explain that we will only be requiring the first B, thank you. It seems to leave them perplexed and crestfallen. I have a lot more to say on the B & B subject, but it will have to wait for a later date.
- Does anyone really know what the hell Maundy Thursday is anyway? I did not observe.
- I ate a subway turkey sub today, with unapologetic disregard for the remote possibility of listeriosis poisoning. I also have stopped taking my vitamins. They make me gag, OK? My own OB said she didn't bother taking vitamins. GET OFF MY BACK, PEOPLE. (Yes, I realize that nobody is actually on my back, and that it is my own guilt that makes me so defensive. I'll work it out in therapy.)
- My brother is turning 40 next week. So what's that make me? Ha, still only 32.
- Must get Easter candy, stat.
- Must buy a carrot cake for Easter festivities Sunday, and mess up the frosting so I can pass it off as home-made.
That's all for now. Happy Holy Week!
Love,
Fluffy
17.3.08
Open Sez Me
Dear Diary,
I’m at 12 weeks and the pregnancy sickness is NOT gone. I thought it was, but no. It seems to have morphed into a situation where I have to eat something with protein in it every hour or so or else I curl up into a ball and start crying and telling the BHE that I’m not tough enough for pregnancy and that if I feel sick for one more day I will surely die and if not, then surely resent my child. And then he says “here dumbass, eat a sandwich.” And then I feel better and start twittering about what color to paint the nursery and how, oh my god, our baby is probably going to have red hair and won’t that be so effing cute.
So now that I know what triggers the sick (not eating), I am stockpiling an arsenal of protein-y snacks to fight back.
Enter Trader Joe’s. I am fortunate enough to work within walking distance of a Trader Joe’s. I went there today, and I bought so much snack food that I almost blurted out to the cashier, “Well, I’m PREGNANT.” But he was wearing this really stupid leprechaun hat and green bespangled suspenders, so I figured he probably had other things to worry about.
Anyway, something magical happens when toasted sesame seeds are combined with honey and then baked. Mediterranean cultures have known this for millennia. TJ’s knows it too, and uses it to its full snack food advantage. May I present case in point (excuse the cell phone camera photo):
If you have not tried these, they are actually nothing more than sweet little crunchy nuggets of CRACK.
Also, check out these tasty morsels:
This was a very calculated purchase on my part. You see, the word “currant” will cause the BHE to recoil in disgust. He has some sort of deep-rooted aversion to raisins, currants, dried fruit of any kind. But that's between him and his therapist. We’ve been having some issueslately for the past 7 years with him constantly eating all the food in the house, so I’m forced to buy things he doesn’t like and/or is allergic to. It’s the only way to keep him away from my food. He’s lucky he won’t have to learn the hard way what happens when you come between a pregnant woman and her snacks.
I also bought dark chocolate covered edamame, jelly beans, and some assorted baked goods. Also a 3-pack of those 72% cacao dark chocolate bars. So here’s hoping that if I just keep stuffing these snacks in my face all day, I won’t go to the dark side. I guess this is how the whole getting fat thing starts! Eh, bring it on.
Love,
Fluffy
I’m at 12 weeks and the pregnancy sickness is NOT gone. I thought it was, but no. It seems to have morphed into a situation where I have to eat something with protein in it every hour or so or else I curl up into a ball and start crying and telling the BHE that I’m not tough enough for pregnancy and that if I feel sick for one more day I will surely die and if not, then surely resent my child. And then he says “here dumbass, eat a sandwich.” And then I feel better and start twittering about what color to paint the nursery and how, oh my god, our baby is probably going to have red hair and won’t that be so effing cute.
So now that I know what triggers the sick (not eating), I am stockpiling an arsenal of protein-y snacks to fight back.
Enter Trader Joe’s. I am fortunate enough to work within walking distance of a Trader Joe’s. I went there today, and I bought so much snack food that I almost blurted out to the cashier, “Well, I’m PREGNANT.” But he was wearing this really stupid leprechaun hat and green bespangled suspenders, so I figured he probably had other things to worry about.
Anyway, something magical happens when toasted sesame seeds are combined with honey and then baked. Mediterranean cultures have known this for millennia. TJ’s knows it too, and uses it to its full snack food advantage. May I present case in point (excuse the cell phone camera photo):
If you have not tried these, they are actually nothing more than sweet little crunchy nuggets of CRACK.
Also, check out these tasty morsels:
This was a very calculated purchase on my part. You see, the word “currant” will cause the BHE to recoil in disgust. He has some sort of deep-rooted aversion to raisins, currants, dried fruit of any kind. But that's between him and his therapist. We’ve been having some issues
I also bought dark chocolate covered edamame, jelly beans, and some assorted baked goods. Also a 3-pack of those 72% cacao dark chocolate bars. So here’s hoping that if I just keep stuffing these snacks in my face all day, I won’t go to the dark side. I guess this is how the whole getting fat thing starts! Eh, bring it on.
Love,
Fluffy
13.3.08
Aww, Leave Poor Man Alone
Dear Diary,
I have to admit that I'm starting to feel a little bit sorry for Jennifer Aniston. First there was the embarrassing story about her freezing her eggs, and now they have her shopping around for a baby daddy. Flattering stories, both. The poor girl already has questionable acting skills and an unfortunate man face. Cut her some slack!
And while I'm on the subject of gossip, I'm starting to realize that Perez Hilton can be a bit sanctimonious sometimes, no? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE HIM, but let Patrick Swayze smoke a damn cigarette. I don't think quitting is going to do much for him now, k? Let the man be.
Also, leave the pregnant women alone. He's always passing judgement on what pregnant stars are doing that they shouldn't ("Angelina's FLYING??? Jessica Alba WORKING OUT????") Being a pregnant woman, I can tell you that when someone says, "Oh, you can't have/do that" I want to punch them in the face. If I want to eat a Subway turkey sub or lox on my bagel, I'm going to. So fuck off, pregnancy police.
Love,
Fluffy
I have to admit that I'm starting to feel a little bit sorry for Jennifer Aniston. First there was the embarrassing story about her freezing her eggs, and now they have her shopping around for a baby daddy. Flattering stories, both. The poor girl already has questionable acting skills and an unfortunate man face. Cut her some slack!
And while I'm on the subject of gossip, I'm starting to realize that Perez Hilton can be a bit sanctimonious sometimes, no? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE HIM, but let Patrick Swayze smoke a damn cigarette. I don't think quitting is going to do much for him now, k? Let the man be.
Also, leave the pregnant women alone. He's always passing judgement on what pregnant stars are doing that they shouldn't ("Angelina's FLYING??? Jessica Alba WORKING OUT????") Being a pregnant woman, I can tell you that when someone says, "Oh, you can't have/do that" I want to punch them in the face. If I want to eat a Subway turkey sub or lox on my bagel, I'm going to. So fuck off, pregnancy police.
Love,
Fluffy
7.3.08
IT'S ALIVE
Dear Diary,
Yesterday the BHE and I went for my sonogram. It was pretty cool, there is a baby in there and its little heart is beating like a champ and everything. I'm pretty sure it was flipping us off, though. Maybe that's because the BHE said that it looks like a dinosaur. Anyway, it was just insane to see it. Like, holy shit, there is a person in there. It really blows my mind.
Anyway, little Buster (that's what the BHE calls it) is due on September 28. A very fine time of year here in City B, weather-wise. Also, Teacher's Day in Taiwan.
I promise to think of other things to talk about besides my pregnancy. Like my recent craving for fruity pepples. Oh wait, I'm pretty sure that's related...
Love,
Fluffy
Yesterday the BHE and I went for my sonogram. It was pretty cool, there is a baby in there and its little heart is beating like a champ and everything. I'm pretty sure it was flipping us off, though. Maybe that's because the BHE said that it looks like a dinosaur. Anyway, it was just insane to see it. Like, holy shit, there is a person in there. It really blows my mind.
Anyway, little Buster (that's what the BHE calls it) is due on September 28. A very fine time of year here in City B, weather-wise. Also, Teacher's Day in Taiwan.
I promise to think of other things to talk about besides my pregnancy. Like my recent craving for fruity pepples. Oh wait, I'm pretty sure that's related...
Love,
Fluffy
3.3.08
Remembered!
Dear Diary,
Sorry for all the suspense. I kept meaning to post this weekend, but my new complex relationship with eating takes up nearly all of my time now. Whether to eat, when to eat, what to eat, regretting what I ate... it's very emotionally draining.
And thank you, readers, for all your well wishes. Made me tear up. But so do commercials for McDonalds, so... anyway.
I know that pregnancy and motherhoodturns you into a crazy person changes you forever, so while I still have some of my faculties about I’d like to remind my future self of some things I may forget in the months and years to come:
- Must not say, “We’re pregnant!” I am the only one pregnant in this scenario. Only women get pregnant, unless you’re a seahorse.
- Consider going into confinement. Nobody wants to be around pregnant women (except for maybe other pregnant women). Let’s face it, the whole thing is a bit creepy.
- Women with children are kind of like people with a drug or alcohol problem: they LOVE to have partners in crime. But fight the urge to tell your childless girlfriends that they should have them too. If I recall correctly, this is extremely irritating.
- If anyone asks about gender preference, don’t say “Oh, I don’t care as long as it’s healthy!” because we all know that’s not true. I want a girl, so that she will be a ballerina.
[Before anyone accuses me of gender-bias, I am well aware that boys can also practice ballet. But they don’t look as cute in the outfits. The BHE probably has a healthier attitude when it comes to gender. And that is, “I don’t care what it is, as long as it washes my car.”]
- Nobody is going to think that the baby is as cute/amazing/awe-inspiring as I do. Except maybe my mother. Must keep that in mind when I'm around other people. I cannot really stress this enough. I'm sure the BHE and I will get endless amusement from watching the baby move, cry, vomit, blink, whatever. But other people... not so much.
- Being pregnant, having a baby, nursing a baby, etc. makes one an expert on their own experience; not on the experience in general. Unless I become a doctor, I better keep my yap shut about telling other pregnant women what they will experience.
OK, that's done. To quote many a hollywood star's representative, the BHE and I are both "over the moon" about the news. The sick has made it somewhat less appealing, but hopefully that is on the way out. Thursday is the sonogram to get the due date and make sure there is really something alive in there. If there is not, I will be demanding an expensive vacation. But if there is, I will buy out Old Navy's maternity wardrobe for summer. Because yes, I AM cheap like that.
Love,
Fluffy
Sorry for all the suspense. I kept meaning to post this weekend, but my new complex relationship with eating takes up nearly all of my time now. Whether to eat, when to eat, what to eat, regretting what I ate... it's very emotionally draining.
And thank you, readers, for all your well wishes. Made me tear up. But so do commercials for McDonalds, so... anyway.
I know that pregnancy and motherhood
- Must not say, “We’re pregnant!” I am the only one pregnant in this scenario. Only women get pregnant, unless you’re a seahorse.
- Consider going into confinement. Nobody wants to be around pregnant women (except for maybe other pregnant women). Let’s face it, the whole thing is a bit creepy.
- Women with children are kind of like people with a drug or alcohol problem: they LOVE to have partners in crime. But fight the urge to tell your childless girlfriends that they should have them too. If I recall correctly, this is extremely irritating.
- If anyone asks about gender preference, don’t say “Oh, I don’t care as long as it’s healthy!” because we all know that’s not true. I want a girl, so that she will be a ballerina.
[Before anyone accuses me of gender-bias, I am well aware that boys can also practice ballet. But they don’t look as cute in the outfits. The BHE probably has a healthier attitude when it comes to gender. And that is, “I don’t care what it is, as long as it washes my car.”]
- Nobody is going to think that the baby is as cute/amazing/awe-inspiring as I do. Except maybe my mother. Must keep that in mind when I'm around other people. I cannot really stress this enough. I'm sure the BHE and I will get endless amusement from watching the baby move, cry, vomit, blink, whatever. But other people... not so much.
- Being pregnant, having a baby, nursing a baby, etc. makes one an expert on their own experience; not on the experience in general. Unless I become a doctor, I better keep my yap shut about telling other pregnant women what they will experience.
OK, that's done. To quote many a hollywood star's representative, the BHE and I are both "over the moon" about the news. The sick has made it somewhat less appealing, but hopefully that is on the way out. Thursday is the sonogram to get the due date and make sure there is really something alive in there. If there is not, I will be demanding an expensive vacation. But if there is, I will buy out Old Navy's maternity wardrobe for summer. Because yes, I AM cheap like that.
Love,
Fluffy
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