Today, I refused to get up, for love or money. I was completely shattered. And so was my house.
I get a text from A, a Colleague to say she’s headed over. Crab cakes! Forgot she was coming over. I have 20 minutes but it’s not nearly enough. No, it would be a kindness, not expose her or her little Darling to this mess. I’ll call her. Phew, right on time – still standing on her front lawn.
It is the 5th time in as many weeks we’ve had to reschedule our Shift-the-Baby-Weight weekly walk.
Her week sounds more catastrophic than mine.
She had a tap burst, overnight in her kitchen. It flooded.
I just have two kids.
While Bobby is ensconced at Montessori, I crack on with making a Care Package for HIH. HIH is with child, for the third time. Herself and Hubby make the cutest babies. She writes a blog, but has been in communicado for 3 weeks, so I am officially worried.
I’m still getting to know HIH, but I like her. A Lot. I had only met up with her a couple times before she offered to mind Bobby while I was in Hospital having Ben. Speaking of Ben, is that him howling? better check.
What touched me most on HIH’s blog was when she described wearing the same dress to every anniversary dinner since her engagement party. So sweet. Just about the most romantic thing I have heard/read. Ever.
You mean to tell me, 2 kids later, she can still shimmy into that dress sans shoehorn? She can’t be human!
I describe my envies as a sensation to want to be a better me.
PS: That was not a segway into The Diet Diatribe.
No one has the greatest sympathy for anyone suffering morning sickness more than I do – I suffered hyperemesis gravidarum with both my pregnancies. I know, it must be hard to imagine me not willingly shovelling food in my mouth. But it happened. Twice.
I read that The Duchess of Cambridge swore by the healing properties of lavender Shortbread while she was expecting. let’s hope they do the trick for HIH, poor lamb.
1 1/2 cups butter, softened
2/3 cup caster sugar
1/4 cup sifted confectioners’ sugar
10 finely chopped fresh mint leaves
Zest of 1 Lemon
2 1/2 cups plain flour
1/2 cup cornstarch
1/2 teaspoon of salt (use a 1/4 for non-morning sick enjoyment)
1 tablespoon dried lavender
1/4 teaspoon of Vanilla bean paste
How can I NOT go into The Diet Diatribe. I’m still in maternity jeans.
They said you lose weight while breastfeeding. They lied.
Somehow I should be less likely to, with this train of thought, but I do anyway. I’m eating 2.
Someone has to taste them.
Word of the Day
The Diet Diatribe – the moments immediately following the morning pilgrimage to, and on the weighing scales. Characterized by fleeting moments of shame and immense disappointment. Often accompanied by swift resolves to monitor every morsel, deeply contemplate every mouthful, but mainly adhere strictly to The Diet. Ultimately, culminates in a forage for something sweet… to numb the pain.