Week 25 and things are going great, mostly! I just finished the semester and have about a month off from school. Yea! I’m only taking six hours next semester. Only thirty-three to go! Really I only need twenty-five, but UT Dallas has some additional requirements that I have to fulfill. Will I ever graduate?
I look like a have had a soccer ball implanted in my stomach. I am definitely not just fat. I think some of my co-workers thought I had let myself go after getting married. Ha! Truth is, until just a few weeks ago, I ate less than I did pre-pregnancy. My stomach is finally kind of cooperating and I have a much more substantial appetite.
So Jeff and I got into the fight of all fights over a milkshake. Poor Jeff! He was on his way home from an audition and mentioned that he was having difficulty drinking his milkshake. His mentioning of a milkshake sent me into a desperate milkshake need. I described how Arby’s has the best Jamocha shake, Chic-Fil-A and Jack-in-the-Box have awesome cookies and cream milkshakes and that I could not go on living with out one. I did not have time to pick one up on my way home since I was meeting my sister-in-law to pick up Sydney at my house.
Jeff brought me home some peanut butter cup ice cream. I asked if he could make me a milkshake while I was working on my final paper that was due in just a few hours. He offered to put it in a bowl. I went and made the most god-awful shake. It was watery, rather milky, and the peanut butter cup chunks didn’t fit through the straw. It was upsetting and made me cry. He got upset and his feeling hurt since he was nice enough to bring home ice cream. I was upset because even Christmas carols make me cry these days.
Well, he left to get me a milkshake. He brought me a mint chocolate chip shake from Braums. I had told him that I already made one and didn’t need another, before he left. It was really hard to be greatful when I had given a full monolog about Jamocha and cookies and cream shakes and how that’s what I wanted more than anything on earth. Mint chocolate chip. Usually, not a bad choice, but for someone pregnant and trying to meet a deadline, it takes more than good intentions.
I know I am really picky and needy right now. I have more food aversions than I do cravings. You would think that the person who usually knows me better than I know myself would listen to the blantent clues and get me what I really wanted! I am so lucky that he was willing to go out, even though he was pissed. The ice cream was a really thoughtful jester. Now there’s a huge mint chocolate chip milkshake and a carton of peanut butter ice cream in my freezer, barely touched. Do you think he’ll be mad when I ask him to stop for a shake on the way to his sister’s tonight?
