April 29, 2005

April 29, 2005

Dear Diary,

    I’m officially at the halfway mark.  I’m here to put in my stats, and record the
milestone with a picture.
    
    I sort of look a
little pregnant if I’m wearing a tight t-shirt.  I’m told I don’t look obviously pregnant, just a little overweight.  I don’t really feel pregnant, although Jim
would perhaps disagree sometimes.  I think I’ve been pretty easy on him, so far I haven’t made him go out at midnight
to buy me pickles and ice-cream (or anything like that).  For posterity’s sake I will include a few of my more bizarre cravings.  Last
month it was tomato juice and chocolate, this month it’s pickle juice and
donuts. Something about the combination of sweet and sour/salty…maybe I should
just eat Chinese food.  Truthfully I’ve
been craving sushi and margaritas like nothing else (actually straight up
tequila would be better), but unfortunately they’re forbidden fruit when
you’re pregnant. 

    I’ve gained two
pounds so far, and all my normal clothes still fit me (which is fine with me,
as I can’t really imagine myself in that cutsy stuff women wear when they’re
pregnant). 

   I’m not looking forward to being a mother (I can already
hear the outraged cries of mothers all over the world)  I am excited about having a
baby,  I’m just not doing the whole baby
factory-psychotic worrier-mini-van owner thing.   Jim is already exhibiting great father skills by playing the
baby plenty of Guns’n’roses, Eric Clapton, Metallica and a variety of other
classic music.

   In closing, I’m including
the promised pictures (compliments of Lydia who may turn out to be a famous
photographer someday).  It seems rather
vain to include pictures, but what the heck…I can totally admit I’m vain.

So long for now,

                      
Ez