Mexican Fetus

Am I digesting Mexican food, or do I have a fetus in there? Perhaps it's a Mexican fetus.

Is there anything weirder than feeling a person moving around inside your belly? I love it. However, I do not love it when he has the hiccups. It's reminiscent of someone tapping you on the shoulder repeatedly until you finally crack and turn around.

New Find Friday: Rachelli

One of my besties gave me a beautiful onesie last week.

Tangent: The term "besties" comes from Little Sis, who uses this word frequently to describe her best friends. Every time I see it in type, my mind says "beasties," and I wonder why she is friends with a bunch of hags.

Anyway, this onesie made me happy. It is art on cloth. An expression of creativity stitched onto what would otherwise be a mundane piece of apparel.

Take a look at the rest of Rachelli's collection here.

Ice Cream in the Bubble Bath

At least once every day, I may be seen with a spill or a collection of crumbs down the front of my shirt. It's really quite becoming. I have two shelves where I store my leftover food. The lower shelf is slightly larger than the top shelf these days. I miss the days of only one shelf. Am I being too ambiguous, or do you catch my drift?

Did you know that it is possible to spill food on yourself while attempting to bathe? It is. Last night, I found myself with a generous glob of chocolate ice cream on my bare belly while enjoying a soothing bubble bath. Oh yes. I am talented. Try not to be jealous of this gift.

New Find Friday: Everyday Chic

I am loving these "hostess aprons" from Everyday Chic. They are modern and retro at once. I know if I had one, I would be able to channel the '50s in all their casserole glory. Maybe I would even cook dinner more than twice a month!

Do you wear an apron when you cook? Do you cook?

Honestly!

The best measure of a man's honesty isn't his income tax return.

It's the zero adjust on his bathroom scale.

Arthur C. Clarke

On Monday, I noticed a can of pop sitting on top of the Coke machine in the break room at work.

I walked over to investigate, and saw this.

What do you think? Would you have taken the time to write a note on a napkin to the "Coke Delivery Person," or would you have considered a free can of Diet Dr. Pepper karma's way of rewarding you for refraining from rear-ending that annoying cell-phone-talking-mini-van-driving-all-over-the-road-non-blinker-using-lady on the way to work?

Kissy Kissy

As I walked into Wendy's for lunch today (don't judge me - the baby wanted fries), my eye went immediately to the couple at the end of the line. He was giving her a sweet, respectful kiss. And I thought to myself, "Awwww... Love is in the air." How nice that they feel comfortable enough with each other to show affection in public.

I took my place behind them and opened my book. As I was trying to enjoy some Steinbeck, I couldn't help but get distracted. He couldn't keep his hands off her! He was not only holding her hand, but massaging it. He rubbed each individual finger, and then kissed each one, making a juicy, smacking noise each time. Then his hand wandered to her shoulder, down her back, and landed right on her bootie. As they walked forward in line, they did the obnoxious junior high walk where his front is glued to her back, his arms around her waist, and steps are made in sync. What started out as admiration quickly turned into disgust. I just wanted to order my junior bacon cheeseburger without hearing slurping noises.

How do you feel about PDA? Sweet... or vomit-inducing?

I Like Pickles

When you order a sandwich at Great Harvest, they give you a pickle with it. Last time I went, I didn't order a sandwich - I ordered a cup of soup. But the pickles were calling my name. So I asked if I could have a couple. The guy gave me a funny look, but then gave me 2 pickles. Jackpot! And this isn't just a pregnancy thing. I could eat a whole jar of pickles anytime. How do you feel about them? Love them, hate them, drink the juice like my crazy mother?

P.S. Sketch by Suzanne Buchanan. Her blog is supercool. Yes, that's one word, and it's pronounced with a French accent.

4 Generations

The secret to a long life? Add plenty of salt to everything. It's a preservative for the body. My brother David and I took our Great-Grandma Bell out to a Chinese restaurant a couple years ago. Chinese restaurants don't have salt shakers on the table, so Grandma made me go up to the cooks and ask for salt. They raised their eyebrows, and then gave me a small bowl of coarse salt. After pouring the whole thing all over her tiny portion, Grandma was ready to eat.

In the words of Grandma, "by golly," I love that woman. I'm so lucky to have her in my life, and I'm excited to introduce her to her great-great-grandson in a few weeks.

In the picture: Little Sis, me, my mom, her mom, and her mom - at my baby shower.