Yesterday we HAD to pick out and purchase carpet for our new house that we are moving to in two weeks and no, I have not packed a thing. Not even a toothpick.
Derrick and I decided to make the long drive to the big city a day of fun and merriment, starting with carpet selection and budgeting. We know how to party. The boys stayed at the farm and went puddle jumping because it was raining and freezing and I couldn’t find their coats, and I think my parents like runny noses. Or they have stock in Kleenex.
Leaving my house (or should I say my couch), is a huge ordeal in my ALL DAY morning sickness state but I have found that eating constantly keeps me from feeling uber sick.
So, I ate breakfast before we left.
I ate grapes at my mom’s house.
I made Derrick stop halfway to the city to purchase Wendy’s chili and a baked potato. What the? Fast food chili?
I don’t know people. I really don’t know.
After the carpet store, I had to eat! Again! But, Derrick was on the phone with a work call and forgot to take me to In and Out. I tried to signal him but he thought I was giving him business tips and ignored me. In an act of desperation I ate nachos at the movie theater because we had to rush over to see Harry Potter 7 Part 1. Derrick had sneakily tried to reserve a puddle of nacho cheese for himself, but I found it halfway through the nachos and heartlessly ate it. Nice try.
After the movie, I felt hungry. We went to sushi, which is my favorite thing ever. I have blogged about it often, and lovingly. You can read about my love of sushi here, or here, or even here. I ordered an cooked fish roll, because mercury and babies don’t mix. I do miss my Spicy Tuna Roll…but anyway, I had three bites and I couldn’t eat anymore. The baby had turned on me, rejecting my favorite thing to eat: sushi. I felt betrayed.
Speaking of the baby, my sources tell me that it is at the stage of development where it is the size of a kumquat. I would just like to know what’s with the obscure fruit references? I don’t know what a kumquat IS!
After my foiled sushi attempt, I ordered a milkshake (not at the sushi place, somewhere else). Derrick ordered A LARGE milkshake for me and really, who drinks a large milkshake? It was delicious.
We did some Christmas shopping for the boys, and I, in my pregnant brained glory, picked up a slinky box that didn’t have a slinky in it. It was slinky-less. Thankfully the cashier named Patrick had hawk like eyes and noticed.
I bring you this video clip in honor of my newly found love/need of food.
Won’t it be fun to hear what I eat for Thanksgiving?