I think I shall call her "Cupcake". I swear I was not this obsessed about cupcakes before I was pregnant, and now I have between 2-5 a month. Everytime we go for a OB appt, I stop at my favorite cupcakery and get a reward for my efforts. They know me by sight now, and ask how we're doing.
But now I'm wondering if God wants me to stop eating cupcakes?
There were two segments on tv today about cupcakes that I had to watch with the sound off, because a provider called and would not stop talking about trivial stuff. I'd feel better about it if it were a client who was in need or something, but this really makes me sad.
I think it's a sign? No more cupcakes? A better sign would have been to fail my 1-hr gestational diabetes test. But I didn't! Woohoo!
I guess I'm getting all the cupcake-ness out of my system now, because I plan to go on the healthy-plan to end all healthy-plans when this kid is out. Not a "diet", but a major change in behaviors. Wouldn't the husband be proud! Now if I could actually get him to exercise with me, we'll be all set.
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