Yes, yet again I’m talking about babies. Sorry, I know this may bore some of you, but there really is nothing much happening now that I am a human incubater.
I think that Sean is the luckiest expectant father on the planet. You see, we live in this little town where restaurants, convenience stores and malls are few and far between. And to top it off, theres no such thing as Open 24 Hours around here. The local stores close at 9pm weekdays, and 5pm weekends. So, when Anne gets a craving at 9:05pm at night, there is nothing that can be done about it. I just have to laugh and say, “I want pizza!”, or “Somebody get me a chocolate milkshake”, or “Mmm, french fries”. The other night it was, “I feel like French bread with butter.” Chuckle chuckle. Sean just gets to watch me squirm and suffer, munching on my dry saltine crackers, rather than running out to get the desires of my heart, only to return home about 20 minutes later and find me saying, “Oh, yuck, I don’t want this anymore”.
Oh yeah, and then there’s that World Wildlife Fund commerical with the polar bears and penquins and seals, and the song, “I’ll stand by you” playing in the background that makes me cry, and then when Sean catches me, we just fall into each others arms laughing at the sillyness of it all.
The good thing is that we have waited so long for this miracle, that Sean doesn’t think I’m crazy and we have a good laugh at all the little things that hormones do to a woman’s body when she’s pregnant. I’m really enjoying this. I can’t wait to see my Little Jelly Bean for the first time on Wednesday, and I wish that pregnancy would go a little faster, cause I really don’t want to have to wait another 8 weeks before I being to feel her kick and move, and I really just want her in my arms today. Having to wait is scary and wonderous all at the same time.
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