Life’s Little Indulgences

Lately, D and I have been talking more and more about kids and I’m so glad that he’s finally gotten to this point. A few years ago, it was an untouchable subject, and maybe two years ago, he was finally not shutting me up when I talked about kids. Finally, last year, we had several serious discussions about kids and our future. I can’t tell you how happy when one day we were in the car and he said, “I hope our son has my height and your build so he can be an awesome football player.” (As I’m writing this, I’m laughing out loud because I realize how ridiculous it sounds, but it’s true– I have a pretty athletic build for an Asian girl and D’s just soo skinny.) I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but I knew that he was there. He’s not ready yet, especially for the late night feedings and the weekends of just talking kid-talk. (I remember when I used to nanny, I would call my mom after a long weekend and go, “Holy cow, I don’t want kids. I think I’m going crazy–I’ve been talking to two kids for the last 48 hours!!”)

Anyway, I’m totally on a tangent now. So the reason for this blog is that recently, he has progressed to a point where he’ll talk about pregnant women and actually talk about me being pregnant without his weirded-out face. One of his co-workers is super lean and about 6 months pregnant and he talks about how cute her bump is. My response? “I’m never going to be cute pregnant, because I’m going to be a swollen fat cow.” Why, you ask?

Because of these puppies:

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW GOOD THESE CHIPS ARE?? They’re crunchy, salty, sweet, just melt in your mouth good.

And these:

These are the reasons why I will be a waddling walrus when I’m pregnant, but I don’t care. They taste so good, and they make me so happy.