Thursday, November 25, 2010

while up past midnight, munching ruebens

I don't think that I will ever be able to eat a Reuben again without my husband accusing me that I'm pregnant.

With ian it was toasted almond fudge ice cream. With Galen it was anything that was available to eat (reminds me of him now). Ewan's pregnancy consisted of perfectly balanced meals, and
Shanny had me not eating much but plain yogurt mixed with applesauce (not pleasant, but it was the only thing I could stomach). I don't recall anything particular about what I ate in Clay's pregnancy.

It really feels in many ways as if the baby takes a hold of your body and refuses to give it back for a couple years. And aat that time he only relents his hold on you because you have been overtaken by another being-that you are incapable of separating with for the first 9 months.

I was kinda hoping to have this be a longer, more insightful post... maybe i will come back and revise it when i think of more to say.

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